Roleplaying as Pokemon

[Lord Windos]

They have to admit, this is one of the most challenging opponents they have faced EVER. Most would just have died after a first go around with the demonic terror itself, or wisely find better things to pick on if they were so fortunate to survive. Apparently this Baariette was born without trivial survival mechanisms, as it was STILL attempting to not only halt its efforts, but to converse with it as well. The fact that it carried berries and other stuff around clearly showed that it was somewhat intelligent, but it had all the common sense of a half eaten Magickarp.

Picking itself off the ground, it spat out all the blood and rock that was still in its mouth. Quite a nasty combo they pulled of on it, but then again it was a Baariette, a breed of Pokémon notorious for their dirty fighting. Fighting one was always a drawn out, painful affair, but this particular one is a stand out among its species in fighting capacity. Perhaps it was raised by a trainer first, or received some formal experience in brawling? These thoughts were meandering through its head, while it assessed itself and the battle.

While the Drain Punches fully restored it health, the assault it has been through has been thoroughly wearing it out, since its Drain Punches restored its Health, not its stamina. The terrain, as a result of its Earthquakes and Rock Slide, was quite unstable, so further fighting would result in the whole area collapsing beneath their feet. In addition, it was still raining, weakening its firepower and making a mess of the field, making it into a muddy sink hole that was limiting its own mobility around the area. That, and, if this Baariette is still alive and well after its attempted murder efforts, the rest were probably still alive. DAMN. IT. ALL.

Tired, hurt, depressed, and thoroughly pissed off with the behavior of the Baariettte, it has had ENOUGH of its presence for one lifetime. Quicker than anyone thought was possible of a Beliaddon, it rush forward and grapple the back of Baariette's throat, sqeezing it like a vice. Raising it up directly to its face, it roared straight into its face. *ROOOOOAAAAAAAR*
(Translation: I OWE YOU NO ANSWER, YOU IMPUDENT LAMB. TIME TO DINE!)

Beliaddon then lunged forward, and ripped the Baariette's throat to shreads. Using Crunch, it messily rip it apart, spraying blood a visera everywhere on it. Then, it put its other claw on its head, gripped, and rip it clean off. Blood gushed from the opening like a macrabe fountain, dousing Beliel with even more bodily liquid. Literally blood red now, it tossed Baariette's head far, far away into the distance, as it dropped what was left of its bleeding corpse to the ground. It then proceed to leaped down the mountain, gaining distance on where the Rangers ended up. In a short amount of time, it was at the bottom of Mt. Actan, and was looking around, trying to spot any signs of that Ranger. Search around the rumble, its keen eyes finally spoted the man, half buried to his waist in the debree. Right on top of him, defending him from harm, was their former friend Chimical.

It approached the two, and quietly stared at them, still blood soaked dispite the ongoing rain. Now that it has come to this, what will it do now?

(Spirt, their is only so much talking can do. Beliaddon was fighting to kill that time (And last time, but it was so mad it did not care about confirming its kills), so giving it ANY opportunity to finish the fight was not very good... for Baariette. They are not called a demon for nothing, after all)