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« on: December 04, 2014, 08:08:09 AM »
Scizor shrank even more at the mention of abuse and carcasses. Both pincers were hooked firmly to Illana's shirt and the hem of it was in his mouth as he chewed on it. The more Fenice shouted, the more uneasy he became.
Zubat turned his head to check, and then whispered to Illana. "May wanna Ball 'im... 'E's not doin' well..."
Illana nodded and readied Scizor's Ball. "Okay, buddy... It's time to go back in your Ball for a nap..."
"NO! No crib! Skee-zor a good boy! Skee-zor a good boy!" And with that, he tore Illana's shirt and ran off with a piece of fabric in his mouth. Fortunately, he didn't go far; just toward the corner of a building not far from the podium, where he cowered in a ball, shaking.
Illana ran after him, muttering under her breath and pulling out the packet of marshmallows.
"Ye found 'is trigger, lass." Zubat fluttered behind her and alighted on her shoulder when she reached her cowering Scizor.
"Wish I knew what happened to you, buddy..." Illana offered some marshmallows while trying to comfort the panicking Pokemon.