“No wonder. I suppose this, makes me your replacement.” The Calmed Mercenary responded, rolling his shoulders as he whistled a huff. The two could exchange war stories, but where exactly would they get them? Most trainers in this region fought with their Pokemon to understand one another, however the Alolan thought that was wrong. The only way to understand another man was by breaking his face in, as he tried to break yours! As he went for his knee kick, he grinned as Isaac's movements forced Hunu's leg out. His shoulder was grabbed as he watched the Ex-Rocket perform his own sweep.. however, Tangaroa always wanted to make things fun. Using his own hand, Hunu attempted to grab Isaac by the collar as he hopped in the air. Now airborne, the freight train of a man attempted to tuck his legs in despite the close proximity and push out! 

Hunu attempted to jump kick Isaac in the abdomen, pushing off the man's body to gain distance. His back dove into the battlefield's dirt, as he attempted to perform a backwards roll to position himself back to his knees. His same, dead pan expression was plastered upon his lips as he was prepared for the Avatar to attempt a follow up. "Conflict, and war- it's what we use to evolve. Our fate shouldn't be dictated by Gods, but Humanity itself." He expressed, pushing themselves back up to his feet. He dusted their body off from the gravel that slightly imbedded itself in his body.

"My piece of advice, don't take what Rocket does personal. It has nothing to do with you." The Mercenary huffed, before he rolled his shoulders and dashed forward. Lunging twin straights, before dipping their body to the right slightly in attempt to perform a follow up hook to the body. "What did you hope to achieve here, when we have subdued that Titan? Unresolved conflict? Hate? Love?"

Hunu raised an eyebrow as the REGIROCK had thrown the Leaguer back towards the Kahuna. Despite his current twist of emotion and personality, the lack of excitement that drove the Mercenary was replaced with calculating curiosity. “Brother? It’s not good to lay hands, on your own boy.” The Alolan’s words seemed calm, almost parental toward the man as he stood tall. Slowly, the tanned champion began to strip their shirt from their body. Unbuttoning the casual Hawaiian attire, despite the battlefield— his body was adorned with scars and ink. Wounds from weapons, Pokemon and even the elements painted his body just as much as his tattoos. The fabric dropped to the floor, before turning their head as he watched the attacks from third parties put their head into the situation. He hummed, “Stay out of my way, move or get run over.” Hunu spoke coldly, something out of character for the loud and jolly apocalypse.

He paced around, circling after his warning. He danced around Isaac’s territory, “You should join us. I’m sure we could see, eye to eye.” Hunu attempted to communicate to Isaac, as he undid their necklace of Sharpedo teeth and kicked the jewellery away. The Mercenary was a Warrior first, at least in this case. No sense of self preservation permeated from Hunu, from his lack of Fear or Adrenaline. He wasn’t quite sure if this was a good, or bad thing. “Despite those who have lost their lives in this War, many would still continue to live from it.” The Kahuna argued, justifying the chaos which had ensued over this past day. Though, his true self didn’t care for such a thing. Truly, he felt different.

With a half step, the large man thrusted a fist, before immediately calling it back. A fake out? Just as quickly as his feint, the Mercenary swung their large leg in attempt to hit Isaac in the knee. He wanted to test how quick the boys reflexes were.

A familiar voice, rang through the man's ears as he grinned.. almost in slow motion as he watched his Whirlipede was violently blasted away with the usage of psychic potential. He felt the same voice, plague his ears, over and over. For a moment, he felt.. anguish. It was hers. Her voice that continued to spin in his mind.. it felt like another life time ago. Something he wished, wanted to leave him alone for the rest of his days and not remember that time. Another voice echoed, overwhelming his anguish into pure rage, Arceus forbid. It was his. His teeth grinded against each other in that small moment, before the overwhelming disposition of grace and exhilaration filled his body. Just as quickly it faded, as did his reasoning for fighting the Mesprit and Eris Halla who wielded such a legendary. Hunu felt everything wash away, it was almost like he was at peace a bit.. holding out his capsule, he returned the poison type to their sphere and began to walk away.

Every step he took, felt weightless, like he had nothing behind his mind. What drove him again? The Mercenary for Hire couldn't quite put it on his finger, exactly what he was fighting for. What pushed him to fight in this perpetual struggle of just and immoral, where was he heading? Toward the answer of it all. The statues that overhung over Petalburg drew his attention, the sounds of combat was drowned out as he focused on every crunch. The taste of blood, graced their tongue between the crevices.. he felt his hands shake and before he could truly realize the answer he was seeking for.

The oversized Kahuna, twisted their back leg, following through with the torque as he used their overwhelming mass into a swing. "Three." A straight, directed toward a Leaguer's jaw! A sucker-punch, as he intended to strike Issac off of howard slayte . The banished Mercenary, stood as a wall blocking off the leaguer from continuing their assault on.. who was he to Hunu again? Why was he saving him? No. He wasn't? His hate for Legendary Pokémon was gone, his half assed connection with Howard didn't evict an emotion from the trainer. No. It was a simple answer.

He was doing what he was paid to do, crack skulls. "This city, is a powder keg. We've ignited it to set start to a new, Hoenn. History will forget you.. they always do." Slowly, the supposed bodyguard for Howard began to approach Isaac Merlo . "Come, let's see how you use those hands, boy."