[Gordon glances back at Yukiko as she throws her Forest's Curse, giving a thoughtful frown, but doesn't have much time to react to it before he's recoiling from a Gunk Shot. When Kyurem lands, oppressive presence and all, he staggers back a half step, but then the god is attacking a building, attacking a piece of Union, and the old man is too angry to be reverent.]
Mac! Stop them!
[The Hitmonchan ducks down, hands raised up in a defensive pose, and sprints, moving towards Kyurem with remarkable speed. It rears back for a punch that could not be more telegraphed, but it's just a Fake Out the actual blow lighter, faster, and designed to break the chain. Up in the building, a Skarmory is struggling to hold a Lickilicky aloft, the pink monstrosity deeply offended by the indignity of it.]
That's enough of that, #@*%
[Ramsey meets Kyurem's eyes, tongue lashing out to slap it in the forehead, unleashing the less damaging Disable. Of course, Kyurem is still covered in the half-digested remains of Yukiko's cooking, enough to make it immediately regret it's tongue being it's primary offensive weapon.]
UGH! Can Jim arrest whoever calls this atrocity cooking? Crimes against taste!
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Mac! Stop them!
[The Hitmonchan ducks down, hands raised up in a defensive pose, and sprints, moving towards Kyurem with remarkable speed. It rears back for a punch that could not be more telegraphed, but it's just a Fake Out the actual blow lighter, faster, and designed to break the chain. Up in the building, a Skarmory is struggling to hold a Lickilicky aloft, the pink monstrosity deeply offended by the indignity of it.]
That's enough of that, #@*%
[Ramsey meets Kyurem's eyes, tongue lashing out to slap it in the forehead, unleashing the less damaging Disable. Of course, Kyurem is still covered in the half-digested remains of Yukiko's cooking, enough to make it immediately regret it's tongue being it's primary offensive weapon.]
UGH! Can Jim arrest whoever calls this atrocity cooking? Crimes against taste!