[We're talking Pokémon here. That's basically how friendships are supposed to start.]
[She nods, and heads up the hill.]
[The dead and dying thin out somewhat on the hillside, not that it is any more pleasant. Blood and fallen weapons are still everywhere, testimony to the ferocity of the battle that must have taken place.]
[At the top of the hill, there are only two people visible. One is a a dead Bisharp, and the other is a bloodied, dirty, ragged human woman who doesn't appear to be in much better shape, her body covered in stabs likely inflicted by said Pokémon. Nonetheless, the woman is cradling the Pokémon's body and, though the illusion is a still instant and her face is covered by her hair, she appears to be sobbing. A discarded sword has been stuck in the ground nearby.]
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[She nods, and heads up the hill.]
[The dead and dying thin out somewhat on the hillside, not that it is any more pleasant. Blood and fallen weapons are still everywhere, testimony to the ferocity of the battle that must have taken place.]
[At the top of the hill, there are only two people visible. One is a a dead Bisharp, and the other is a bloodied, dirty, ragged human woman who doesn't appear to be in much better shape, her body covered in stabs likely inflicted by said Pokémon. Nonetheless, the woman is cradling the Pokémon's body and, though the illusion is a still instant and her face is covered by her hair, she appears to be sobbing. A discarded sword has been stuck in the ground nearby.]