"My only priority," Guzma spits,"is getting out of here and making sure my pokemon n'that little brat are both in one piece."
Anything, any everyone else? Can rot, as far as Guzma cares. But even he know he can't go this alone, not with this stupid gorilla army here keeping them hostage. He's going to have to rely on these idiots here, and Godzilla there seem the realist...and not a stinking bleeding heart. Lord, this guy can't be serious. Guzma's not risking his and Ariados' necks to save the imbeciles here. He can play hero all he wants, Guzma has no objections, but he's not going to save anyone else but who he's seeking out.
"Still got my knife, too...and my pokemon." He removes an Ultra Ball from inside his hoodie, clicking the button in the middle to release his Ariados. The technicolor spider blinks, looking around curiously, then scurries in front of her trainer, lifting up on her legs with an angry click of hr fangs. Guzma kneels, rubbing her huge abdomen to calm her down.
"She can probably waste a few of these beams, but--...yo, Charmeleon." He nods to the, uh...dragon? Lizard? Thing. "How good're you with that bow? Ari here can tip the heads with poison, if y'all wanna go for a surefire KO. But them apes up there..." He indicates the watchtower. "Pretty sure them's gonna give making a jailbreak real tough. Can you take 'em out once we're free? This cage ain't exactly bulletproof..."
Seriously. If he had Golisopod, the huge bug could just whack a few of the beams with one arm and they're be able to walk out.
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Anything, any everyone else? Can rot, as far as Guzma cares. But even he know he can't go this alone, not with this stupid gorilla army here keeping them hostage. He's going to have to rely on these idiots here, and Godzilla there seem the realist...and not a stinking bleeding heart. Lord, this guy can't be serious. Guzma's not risking his and Ariados' necks to save the imbeciles here. He can play hero all he wants, Guzma has no objections, but he's not going to save anyone else but who he's seeking out.
"Still got my knife, too...and my pokemon." He removes an Ultra Ball from inside his hoodie, clicking the button in the middle to release his Ariados. The technicolor spider blinks, looking around curiously, then scurries in front of her trainer, lifting up on her legs with an angry click of hr fangs. Guzma kneels, rubbing her huge abdomen to calm her down.
"She can probably waste a few of these beams, but--...yo, Charmeleon." He nods to the, uh...dragon? Lizard? Thing. "How good're you with that bow? Ari here can tip the heads with poison, if y'all wanna go for a surefire KO. But them apes up there..." He indicates the watchtower. "Pretty sure them's gonna give making a jailbreak real tough. Can you take 'em out once we're free? This cage ain't exactly bulletproof..."
Seriously. If he had Golisopod, the huge bug could just whack a few of the beams with one arm and they're be able to walk out.