James
Anonymous was here. Her green exterior blended in well with the thick foliage, but stood out amongst the brown bark. She lifted her right hand, a corpse coiled around it, as a small wisp of light fell upon it, and dissipated. She couldn't help but look to the face of Sylvia, feeling reminded of her loss by the sight.

Anonymous went on a walk today, having been rather stressed out recently from a seeming rise of crime. It was a lot for her with how much she had bottled up, but she knew she'd have to just shrug it off as she always did. It was her job. So she would be fine. Anonymous knew her way around the woods here, many years of taking walks here and being forced to rescue people lost here. She knew she'd be fine.
Shelly
*Righteous desperado she was, she aught to have known that there ain't no rest for the wicked.*

*Woods cleared the path to her for a perplexing sight- a Rattata seemed to be holding a downed Drampa at needle point. What would have been a bemusing sight was contrasted by the Drampa's evident scuffs across his face and the trembling across his body. He was a pilgrim, in tattered robes, and he was short a small sack of berries.*

*And there he was, the wonderfully amusing Reaper, dusting the dirt off his tux and holding his needle with reckless apathy. A'fore anything interesting was listened in upon, he turned to Anon with a smile.* "Howdy!"
James
Well Shit. 

Anonymous didn't raise a hand or make any sudden moves, just keeping careful eyes on the familiar Rattata. Why the hell was this happening!? She knew this guy, Reaper. He was wanted, and he was just giving her a better reason for it. Cocky bastard... She'd take care of this rodent, and she wouldn't let him hurt this poor civilian... Her eyes narrowed on Reaper, intensely and angrily asking, "What do you want?" While making sure not to move.
Shelly
"Oh, you know, maybe a nice and peaceful evening, a walk that's all sunshine and smiles." *He tossed the stolen bag of berries to the side and aimed his needle forth, making a rather fearless and direct advance upon the Cacturne.* "And to who do I owe the pleasure? Count Sprinkes of the Sunlight county?"

*And then, in his tracks, he stopped, lurching back and lowering the tip of his weapon. It was a trap. He was baiting her forth.* "... Well? I'm waiting. Go on. Do it."
James
Seriously? Was this guy living in an anime? Thought he was the main character? What a joke... Fucking scumbag. Why the hell??

No, she couldn't dwell on that right now. She had to just bring this fucker to justice, and she certainly would. Anonymous lifted her hand toward the rat in return, Sandaconda snout pointing at the fiend. Her eyes were determined yet professional, in contrast to the fallen closed eyes of her wife. She was serious and firm, resolute and harsh, ready to "Throw down" As it were.

"Whatever the fuck your name is, you're under arrest for assault and theft. Do not resist." Obviously it was just a formality, the Cacturne knew she would be facing some resistance. So, with out a sound, a sudden deluge of **Sand** Began to pour from Sylvia's snout, expelling into the air. It flowed out as the breeze picked up, a cloudy haze of sand began to surround Anonymous, and then spread into the surrounding area... Making it all a brown haze, particles brushing against and **Digging** Into the skin. 

```Anonymous Used Sandstorm! A sandstorm kicked up!```

Her poncho's folds picked up and waved in the wind, as if it were about to be picked up and flow away, but it remained upon her as her form grew more obscure and difficult to see... Yet she stood still, watching her enemy carefully.

```Anon's Sand Veil activated!```
Shelly
"Please, darling, the name is Reaper." *He smiled and was about to jovially approach for a more than friendly poke of the needle when- oh, ah, that wasn't good. The corpse of a Sandaconda was certainly nothing to scoff at, and it sent an instinctive shiver down his spine.* She was nothing to scoff at.

*Reaper stepped back and watched, his relatively impressive speed giving him the abiltiy to comprehend what was happening. That corpse was... A weapon? How... Macabre.* The Pokemon nowadays are far too serious. This is grim. Hopefully this isn't the sort of Pokemon that others look up to. *The sand started to spew forth; and, wanting to avoid the brunt of the blast... OH!*

*Reaper used `Quick Attack`!*

*Using the speed of his move, he darted backwards, then to the side- almost blurring out of his spot and stepping behind the body of the Drampa. Of course, this was a field effect, and evasive actions were rather inappropriate for such a move.*

*He scowled and held a hand out. It felt like walking through sandpaper right about now.* Gah.

*Make this quick. Strike eagerly. Wear her down.* She'll probably fight to the death. *But you won't. She's already won.* Give her a good time. *He smirked, lowering his head. That weapon... He didn't know what it was, but it could probably level him in one blow.*

*The Drampa, unaware of Reaper, ducked behind a rock for cover (so it wouldn't be subject to collateral damage).*

*Continuing his Quick Attack, Reaper then focused his speed to the side. His Float Stone made his steps light- if the sand built up, it might be easier to track him, but for now he could move quietly and without a trace. He attempted to circle around Anon, attempting to move silently, skirting over the grass and seeing if he could get to her back unnoticed...*
James
Reaper? Stupid moniker.

Anonymous watched the- er- rather, *Tried* To watch the rat scurry along the ground, but he was tough to track. She was used to the sand, had been surrounded by it ever since she ran away from home, so seeing through it was as easy as seeing without it, but the speed of Reaper was unprecedented. Most criminals she had to fight were big bruisers, most scurryers and quick ones focused on running away, so she was good at tracking them over long distances, but following their swift maneuvers right around her? That was tougher. 

Anonymous lost track of him, head beginning to turn rapidly as she looked for him. Up a tree? Tail peeking out from behind a rock? Shit...

Suddenly, it clicked. This was her chance. Anonymous dashed forward with as much speed as she could muster and slid on one knee over to *The sack of berries.* She'd quickly start picking them up and shoving them into the bag, and toss it over to the Drampa behind the rock, saying but one word with intensity, "**Run.**" Well, that is if Reaper didn't interrupt her maneuver, but getting the civilian away was what mattered before arresting the criminal. Plus, it served two-fold. She'd get a taste for this nuisance's attacking style.
Shelly
*This may have very well been her chance to act- but alas, where she took her opportunity, Reaper took his upon that. She'd be focused- attention on something aside the fight.* She could be splitting her attention. *That's a rumor. Pokemon can't do that. Attention is in one place. Talking and thinking is taking all she's got.* 

*He pattered over the sand.*

*The Drampa gasped, taking the bag and quickly donning it.* "T-thank you..." *Before long, he was turning tail to scurry away, and-*

Now! *Reaper pounced from behind a bush behind Anon and quickly ran up to her leg, scurrying up it- lest she reacted, of course- and, needle in maw, pulled his weapon out for hefty cleaving blow, drawing a coral-bright crescent moon with his needle and attempting to perform a bisectional strike against Anon's back!*

*Reaper used `Super Fang`! Assuming it hit, it'd be a nigh-half-health dealing blow of damage, the rat doing a flairful spin in the air as he returned his blade to a neutral position.* The first blow is the easy part, *He noted to himself.* The other half... That's the hard part. *He held his breath- such a grand blow left him less maneuverable in the air, but what was the rat to do? It was a worthwhile strike. He held his needle defensively...*
James
"**AAAGGHGCKHK!!**" Anonymous cried when the needle ripped into her skin, tearing threw the outer layers and reaching deep into her. It was shocking how powerful it was. Even so, she would never back down, not even until she died. Besides, if she did die in combat, then she would die a heroes death and join Sylvia in-

She cut that thought short as she stood up and turned around. She wouldn't back down. She's give this her all and being this criminal to justice. Wisterwood was *Counting* On her, she *Owed* It to them. Standing tall, she stared at the rat expectantly, realizing she'd need to take another approach to this...

She had an idea. 

Through the sand, she stared at Reaper while her back stung intensely. Left hand moved into her poncho, grabbing *Something*. Meanwhile, she stuck her coiled hand out to the rat, and beckoned him forth.

"You call that an attack? You're easy pickings." It was just to provoke him, get him to attack, see if she could *Tick him off*. All the while, she prepared herself... For an assault. To track his movements. Whatever it was.

```Anonymous readied an attack!```
Shelly
*The rat held his breath.* She could've attacked me here. Easily. *It wasn't a case of her not having the reaction speed. She clearly knew what she was doing. She was preparing something... Strong. She was goading him. He knew when he was being goaded. Mostly. And she's not used to goading.* The sand's still burning against my skin... *It's like sliding on asphault. Painful as heck!*

*Having landed safely, he ran his feed through the sandy dirt. It's still not too high up. He had some tricks to pull, still... Narrowing his eyes distrustfully towards her, he suddenly used `Quick Attack`, darting clockwise around her in the sand! He'd blur from spot to spot, circling around her with a number of turns before-*

Thwip! *Instead of continuing his cycle, he stopped while at her backside and leapt up, attempting to plant himself on her back with minimal impact. Thankfully, he had his Float Stone to help in the endeavors of stealthy mounting, but beyond that... He was relying on hopes, prayers, and a generous distribution of weight.* Better to see what she has planned, what she's going to do... *His needle was in his mouth, the rat's head trying to get a glimpse of what she was doing.* Quietly... Softly...
James
Anonymous caught that skeptical look. Damn, he wasn't so easily fooled. Nonetheless, she could still make it work. Improvisation was what fighting to the death was all about, and every fight for her was a fight that risked her life. 

He started running around her, circling and circling and- She wouldn't be able to track him. She knew that already, he had proved it before. So instead, she'd take a different approach. She pointed her eyes carefully to the ground on her left, where he'd appear from behind. Tracking exactly where he was, was close, but she could catch a glimpse. She watched the spot carefully, watching him run around and around and around and around and around and-

The second the rhythm stopped and he didn't appear at her side, she turned around, pulling her left fist out of her poncho and back, locking eyes on the midair rat he tried to jump upon her, catching him in the act.

Right in front of her, she could see clearly, her fist rocketing forth with power, grit, and *Anger*. She'd slam her fist into his lower body with the *Tool* She retrieved from her poncho. The sharp pain of a fierce punch that seemed to pull the energy right out of him was garnished with a sharp *Prick*, like a stab. Reaper sent away by the punch toward the ground, Anonymous stood still and watched the rat, making sure her maneuver worked and... Yeah. 

 It would take considerable, painful effort to do so. When it was inserted, the ends of the pole split into cardinal directions, almost like a grappling hook, so the more it moved inside the rat, the more damage it would do. It was probably best to leave it in since it was so short that it wouldn't really interfere with running and maneuverability. 

Anonymous grinned at the sight, bringing her hand to her face as she let out a loud, distinctive whistle.

```Anonymous Used Drain Punch!```
Shelly
*Stick and* POW! *A fierce double attack.* What was this, some kind of... Martini umbrella? *As the fist connected, the rat barreled back and into the ground- it was a hefty blow for someone of his size, and such savage weaponry would certainly take its toll. A paw reached to the wound, ||which was gushing blood around its sides. His paw clasped it instinctively, causing it to gush- leaving a red puddle in the sand. That was one freakin' heavy blow for such a small combatant.* And it nearly got my tux! *It's a miracle that the thing wasn't more battered.*

*He started to huff, eyes staring up at her- he narrowed his vision.* "Well, fuck." *Fuck. With the digging splinters inside, movement was probably out of the question.* She's too hardcore for you. There's no point looking for 'it' in her. *What, and fall to the side for these sorts of Pokemon!* 

*Biting his lip, he used `Quick Attack` again, darting around and dashing through the sandstorm- using it as cover- as he eventually worked his way up a tree.*

*He huffed, back to the trunk, and looked down at the wound.* ||Wow. That Quick Attack *Really* Made those needles dig.|| *He looked out from the side of the tree, for a moment, then back down at the wound.* She won't let me get away like this. *I need to treat this now.*

*Luckily, his diminutive size gave him some advantages. A nearby leaf was all he needed for cloth. Grabbing one, he tore off a large flat section; then,* ||*Grabbing his sewing needle and turning it towards his gut, he surpressed a few pained squeals as he sliced the wound a bit bigger and pulled the splinters out.* Oh fuck me oh fuck me so much this hurts hyyaaahh...|| *But it was a necessary price to pay to keep on fighting. He slipped the leaf under the tux and over the wound, holding back a few tears and muffled squeaks before looking out again.* Frick. *Maybe he could have waited her out before and let the sandstorm take care of her, but... Now, he's probaly gonna get worn down first.* Gotta act.