Christopher
And among those traveling the path was a scruffy ol' Mudsdale travelling at a brisk pace, bobbing his head and whipping his mane dreads back every now and then. He kept his head locked in front, not paying much attention to his surroundings.

As with all crimes in barren areas. Right as the Mudsdale was about to pass, he spots the small Rattata from the corner of his eye. His attention jolts back as he tilts and turns his head to face the daylight robbery.

He stares for a couple of seconds, as if contemplating what to do. However, he lets out an audible, "Uhh...", in-between shock and indecisiveness.
Ruth
Ah, and there it is.

*...*

*...*

Well, he's awfully quivering and pathetic for... Whatever kind of person would stumble upon this. *With an exaggerated sigh, the rat turned and pointed his needle to the approaching horse. The weapon's length hardly stretched as big as the horse's eye.* "You there." *He seemed a little defeated, hardly holding his stance firm.* "You're going to stop, turn around, and walk away like nothing happened. Ok? And I'm going to rob this guy of everything he has." *He leaned back, puffing his chest up a little, and twirling his needle- before sticking it in the ground like a cane.* "Understood?"
Christopher
The Mudsdale almost recoils back as he stares at the tip of the needle, then moves his head left to see the poor bloodied crab in the background before glancing back at the needle tip. He doesn't say anything, not for now at least.

He bites his lip and stares for a few more seconds. He feels the lightness of his saddle-pack.

...

He makes a quick *Click* Sound with his tongue.
"Could I join in?" He tilts his head with a smug grin.
Ruth
".... What." *The rat goes limp, hand loosely reaching for his needle as he raised a brow.* "You want... To beat him up.

"..." *The rat had to stop to click some things together, but after a few moments, he chuckled and took his needle, holding it at his side- albeit in a tenser, less friendly stance.* "What's wrong with you? You like hurting Pokémon or something?" *He circled around the horse, looking him over as his legs crossed side to side.* "Pah.

"Look, I don't work with cowards, and I don't work with..." *He moved the needle up to gesture at Chevrolet's body.* "... Whatever this is. What, are you someone's ride? Go home."
Christopher
The Mudsdale turns and faces the rat as he circles him, dropping his grin. "I mean... You already kind of are beating that poor crab up. Think he can take two."

"Just joinin' in on the fun boss." He rolls his eyes, not taking that statement seriously.

"Crabby here looks pretty big, big body, big fists, big... Pockets. You might need some assistance in putting him down." He looks at the crab again, sizing him up. "Think he's getting up right now, I think." He disregards the Rattata's question entirely and seems entirely focused on wanting to join in.
Juan
*Reaper rolled his eye.* Oh so now THIS is what I'm doing... "No, you are not- I do not run a bloodbath, I run a tight and efficient business." He's not getting the point. He's a moron. An idiot.

*Reaper blurred forth with a sudden lurch, darting in front of the horse with a `Quick Attack` to stand in front- hopping up, making a tight arc and landing on the long face- before pointing his needle down at his forehead, should he not be interrupted.* "Scram. I don't like disciplining strangers." *He stood strong, feet together and stance tight- he barely made it to Chevrolet's eye level, even like this.*