That little guy sure packs a wallop, hot damn. Guzma's slightly impressed - maybe he will make it out of here in one piece, though he won't place any bets on it. The guy's already lunging forward into the heat of battle, and while Guzma commends such a feat of power, he's also woefully aware (or has been humbled recently) by the fact that raw strength and power means so little in the ways of actual battle. Godspeed, little stickman, here's hoping you don't come back as a severed head or whatever.
Once on the ground - or tree? Who the hell knows at this point - Guzma waits for his pokemon and his scaly companion to get down. He certainly does feel very human here, without any weapons or skill that he can use himself to aid in a battle. Can he fight? Oh, absolutely, those muscles aren't for show, but these simians have spears, guns, darts... Hand-to-hand combat isn't exactly an option for him. Thank god for his pokemon, though. Ariados jumps, as instructed, and hits an ape like a small boulder, hissing as her fangs sink into the shoulder of the poor creature. The arachnid begins pumping a fatal dose of her toxic poison directly into its bloodstream, and the beast flails and shrieks, howling as it drops its weapon and tries to claw the huge bug off itself. There's not a chance of survival though, that bite could have felled far larger prey than just an ape, and Ariados leaps away from the others before they have a chance to poke holes into her with their spears. Guzma would love to grab the dropped spear, but it's too risky - he'd be gored and dead before he could make it halfway there.
Time to take a proverbial leap of faith. "Get to getting, Charmeleon, I know how them tides are!!"
He recalls Ariados to her pokeball as she is far less adept in the water than he is, and is just about to jump before not a coconut but a rock sails through the air and hits him hard in the side of the head. A bit of blood splatters from the wound it creates, and Guzma wobbles on his feet as his vision swims in front of him. But at least he has the endurance to keep himself upright, to moves down the rest of the slope (a bit clumsily, as his depth perception has been skewed) towards the water. He's tenacious, if anything. One hit's not going to knock him down, but it's going to make navigating a bit harder - his head literally feels like it's been split open...which isn't exactly wrong.
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Once on the ground - or tree? Who the hell knows at this point - Guzma waits for his pokemon and his scaly companion to get down. He certainly does feel very human here, without any weapons or skill that he can use himself to aid in a battle. Can he fight? Oh, absolutely, those muscles aren't for show, but these simians have spears, guns, darts... Hand-to-hand combat isn't exactly an option for him. Thank god for his pokemon, though. Ariados jumps, as instructed, and hits an ape like a small boulder, hissing as her fangs sink into the shoulder of the poor creature. The arachnid begins pumping a fatal dose of her toxic poison directly into its bloodstream, and the beast flails and shrieks, howling as it drops its weapon and tries to claw the huge bug off itself. There's not a chance of survival though, that bite could have felled far larger prey than just an ape, and Ariados leaps away from the others before they have a chance to poke holes into her with their spears. Guzma would love to grab the dropped spear, but it's too risky - he'd be gored and dead before he could make it halfway there.
Time to take a proverbial leap of faith. "Get to getting, Charmeleon, I know how them tides are!!"
He recalls Ariados to her pokeball as she is far less adept in the water than he is, and is just about to jump before not a coconut but a rock sails through the air and hits him hard in the side of the head. A bit of blood splatters from the wound it creates, and Guzma wobbles on his feet as his vision swims in front of him. But at least he has the endurance to keep himself upright, to moves down the rest of the slope (a bit clumsily, as his depth perception has been skewed) towards the water. He's tenacious, if anything. One hit's not going to knock him down, but it's going to make navigating a bit harder - his head literally feels like it's been split open...which isn't exactly wrong.