John
As soon as Lunisse's yells were heard from inside, the cat was out the door. Torstein was seeing red; literally. Chasing down the glimmer of red so single-mindedly caused Torstein to step on — and trip over — the fallen Lunisse!

Except, Torstein did a literal combat roll forward to save his momentum, back on his feet in no time after treading on the Lurantis. The raw speed of which he was running was... Actually exactly what you'd expect from a 60 pound metal cat. Certainly, he was running faster than any Perrserker had before, but in reality he was actually lagging a bit behind Cerul. 

It was the thought that counts, right?
Ronald
"N-No, I'm alr— *OOF!*" Torstein ran straight over her, knocking the wind out of the poor Grass-Type. Whatever progress she had made on getting back to her feet was forfeit as her face abruptly met the dirt once again, her hat landing just out of her reach. All that came from the Lurantis after that was a pained and resigned groan.
Myrtle
"N-No, I'm alr— *OOF!*" Torstein ran straight over her, knocking the wind out of the poor Grass-Type. Whatever progress she had...

 *She sighed, shaking head as the reckless kitty charged forward.* 'Honestly... Here, Let me help you out.'

***February used Helping Hand*** *A faint shimmering light briefly enveloped Lunisse as the fairy held onto one of her scythes, helping the grass-type to stand back on her feet.*
Douglas
*"Wait... Is that-?"*

Once Henry, too, squinted seeing the flash of chromatic red zoom by, the Eevee quickly followed suit after it, as well. Though unlike Torstein's brazenly direct approach for a chase, Henry instead trudged carefully *Around* The fallen Lunisse as Februray helped her up, glancing in their direction as he ran past them both, shouting in a quickened breath, "Don't worry! We'll get it back! All of it!"

Well, he wasn't totally sure if he could ensure that, but he felt obligated to promise *Something.* That being said, Henry—
```Trailblazed!```
—on after the metal assailant alongside Torstein and Cerul... Or rather, *Ahead* Of Torstein now given the speed he was going.
Ronald
Through the brush, they'd find... Another clearing! With everybody's weapons still in tact. Additionally, only a few of the trees here had been cut down. In one of the remaining trees— or, at least, a tall, stately hollow— A metallic red dress with gold trim was sticking out a little ways up, with its little mechanical legs flailing. From the tree, a feminine, synthesized voice emerged...
"P-Please help... Somebody?" ...She sounded distressed. Seems she got stuck halfway inside of the hollow, though lord only knows what she was trying to do there...
Ruth
*Larad had gone with the group, and would you look at that find! The wooden stake in the middle of a clearing. The bat went ahead and it picked up before looking at the weird creature*

"Can someone help them? I dont think I can do much without getting burned"
Daniel
Anonymous was here and she was queer. Rushing out of the house at the sign of a crime, Anonymous moved into action. She was the sheriff after all, that was her job. She adjusted her shawl and went into action, running out the door and listening for the Lurantis's words. Soon enough, her eyes locked onto the glint of red in the brush. While she wasn't nearly as fast as some of the other people here, she was likely the most decisive. She ran straight through the brush, not minding the thorns and branches and such. 

There. 

Weapons that had just gone missing. A halfway cleaved clearing, a witness directing her straight to em. She had most assuredly found the culprit. And they were in... Quite the predicament. She didn't recognize what species they were, but that was probably because they were halfway in a tree, so she didn't worry about it. Point being, she would stroll right on over to the tree that the robot was in, eyeing her carefully, watching for any sudden movements. She didn't wanna give her any advantage, as she might attack or flee as soon as she was free so... Anonymous moved a hand into her shawl and shuffled around in it for a few moments before she pulled out a set of handcuffs, very thin ones for very thin legs. Of course, she couldn't access the hands, so instead she grabbed the legs to **Clasp** Them around them, short chain keeping the legs almost as close together as they could. She didn't go to help the robot yet, instead loudly declaring to her while she stood over the tree. 

"Whoever you may be, Miss, you are under arrest for suspected breaking and entering, robbery, and ecocide. Do not resist."
John
After stampeding into the clearing, Torstein's reward for his misdeed was picking up his axes before anything else. Taking a deep breath, he calmed down. The voice caused him to look towards it. Huh, so that's what a robot looks like. Neat. The Perrserker didn't really care at all, seeing as how she didn't exactly look competent, but neat. 

"Nice work," Torstein applauded Anon's swift action. It wasn't often he complimented people, especially not people in positions of authority, but... Well, he respected the dedication and decisive action to follow it up. 

Torstein approached the tree and Pokemon stuck in it. He looked a little disappointed. He was expecting a fight after all this trouble, but it looked like that wasn't in the cards. Ah well, he'll just make sure to wring that Order Lucario of every penny she had later. 

"Before I beat the shit out of you and the sheriff takes you away; in that order," He introduced as he shot the sheriff a satisfied look. "I have to ask. What was the purpose of any of this?"
Gary
❥───────────────────── 🦚 Cerul 🦚 


◈ **"Break a single gear on her body and you'll find yourself with a hefty target on your back. That doubles for the cat and the sherif."**

꧁~ Cerul had been staying back, ashamed as a Neonian as the stupid robot found herself wedged in a tree. Cerul had face palmed hard for a few moments and needed time to collect her thoughts. After all was done, Cerul stepped forward and next to Anon, glaring daggers at Torstein. This idiotic cat was going to get himself killed someday talking like that. Personaly, Cerul would love to be there to see it.

◈ **"What a marvel, isn't she~? I wasn't lying when I said that she was the crowned jewel of Neone. A technological masterpiece that shows off our prowess as inventors~"** Cerul gushed a bit, flaring that oh so preened ego he had. 


❥───────────────────── 💎 Aetris 💎
Douglas
Henry quickly followed as well, rushing into the clearing. It was at Anon's side where saw it; the mechanical marvel wedged in the bush of a tree. Though the rest of her upper body was currently concealed within the bush, seeing the lower half stick out like a twiddling sore thumb was enough for Henry to deduce that the perpetrator was indeed of mechanical nature.

Then he heard Cerul speak up about it. And within a morsel of a second, Henry's heart dropped and his face turned pale...

"Crowned... Jewel of *Neone...?*" He repeated softly, trying his darndest to mask his disquietude. It was as if his worst fears were coming to light in one fell swoop.

But... Wait a minute. How could *Cerul* Of all 'mons here know this? Unless...

Nervously, without moving his head a single inch, Henry directed his dilated, dread-filled eyes at Cerul.

`"No... Are they a-?"`

His heart-rate went up at an alarmingly exponential rate now, beginning to realize just who Cerul was and what business they had here...

`"Sparks-! I have to... I have to warn them! I have to warn Isah and Topaz!"`
Daniel
Anonymous shot Torstein a glare at his threat, a firm and intense one. It wasn't a threatening gaze, more of just a vague "Don't interfere." Even more than she didn't want help with Mal, she didn't want to acknowledge Cerul, so she wouldn't. Cerul was stupid and an annoyance. Rather, she stood tall and stared down at the cuffed legs, speaking into the stump, "Miss. Please identify yourself."
Ronald
"D-Designation: Neonian Service Android Series Beta Unit 0001..." Her voice was very muffled as it came through the tree. "Er... What is an 'ecocide?' This word is... Not in my internal, uh... Dictionary." She tried pulling her upper body out again, but once again failed. "Look, I have no reason to run away, okay? Please, just— Help me out of here, and I'll talk as much as you want." At the mention of Torstein beating the shit out of her, she very visually tensed up. "P-Please don't hurt me! I don't mean you any harm— Whatever I did to cause you grief, I apologize, just... Please..." Ah, shit. She was all panicked now.
Douglas
"..."

Henry breathed out audibly at the service android's increasingly distressed calling for help. Sure she was a service android for Neone, but...

Something strange came over Henry all of a sudden. It was as if his own distress from before was suddenly put off to the side, and the panicked look on his face had vanished almost instantly in place of an adamant stare.

"...We should lift her out."
John
Ignoring both Henry and Cerul, the Perrserker poked and prodded before moving over to the side of the tree. "No, no... You didn't cause _me_ any grief..." _That was a fucking lie but whatever._

"But fine, we'll get you out. It's important to help your neighbor and all that, right? I'll carve right through this tree with my axes. Just keep in mind that my aim isn't the best, so any pieces you lose from me aren't my responsibility, alright?"

He couldn't _actually_ cleave this tree like he said, but he figured this robot had no way of knowing just what Torstein was capable of. So he laid it on thick. "Though... If you were to answer our questions quickly, we can all take our time and the kind sheriff can get you out of there without my help."

A brief sound of Torstein shuffling around, to sell the vibe. 

"I'll get into position, and start counting to ten. Then I'll tear through this tree and get whatever's left of you out of there. How's that sound?"

He offered Anon a toothy grin. He wasn't actually getting into any position. He knew types like the sheriff. She was bound by the law. And sure, odds were Anon could probably do a full investigation and get the same information after hauling this robot to prison but... Torstein wanted answers, too. And he wanted to have a little fun along the way. Still, he made it known that he was — in his own way — trying to work with the sheriff rather than against her. Good cop and bad... Well, you know the saying. The legality meant nothing to him; he just wanted results.