Mari kept going with her ominous wind attack, launching sparkling, purplish gale, after sparkling purplish gale at the attacking guards. Where possible, she took the opportunity to float further towards the death house, until she was hounded by more prison staff, launching attacks which were enough to put their pokemon out of action, but not enough to do serious damage to them.
It seemed crazy for Mari to launch such weak attacks at them, considering what they wanted to do to her, and the escaping four, but then again, she didn't want to hurt them too badly. All that she wanted was to get those state-sanctioned murderers out of the way, so that she could escape with her friends, and this stranger. Murderers, those were what those prison staff members were. Murders in fancy suits and patent shoes. Murderers who claimed that they were doing Arceus' work; killing killers to show the people of Unova that killing is wrong.
The damnable cries of the houndoom finally silenced, and the guard it belonged to hurried to tend to her wounded partner, as more staff poured in, each of them with a houndoom of their own. Hell hound pokemon seemed terribly fitting, in a place for the condemned.
Finally spotting a clear path around the death house, Mari cried, "This way!", refusing to look at the sight through the small building's window. One of the men had been executed there this morning, and his body was still there on the table, limp and still and white...
It seemed crazy for Mari to launch such weak attacks at them, considering what they wanted to do to her, and the escaping four, but then again, she didn't want to hurt them too badly. All that she wanted was to get those state-sanctioned murderers out of the way, so that she could escape with her friends, and this stranger. Murderers, those were what those prison staff members were. Murders in fancy suits and patent shoes. Murderers who claimed that they were doing Arceus' work; killing killers to show the people of Unova that killing is wrong.
The damnable cries of the houndoom finally silenced, and the guard it belonged to hurried to tend to her wounded partner, as more staff poured in, each of them with a houndoom of their own. Hell hound pokemon seemed terribly fitting, in a place for the condemned.
Finally spotting a clear path around the death house, Mari cried, "This way!", refusing to look at the sight through the small building's window. One of the men had been executed there this morning, and his body was still there on the table, limp and still and white...