Dendra's smirk turned into a wide grin as she felt her jab connect yes! this would be that uppity flame bitch's downfall! She had a brief question before the shockwaves of the [Earthquake] struck her; 'why does the ground feel like water.' The Croagunk has bounced around with ease and went out like a light, her constitution weaker than the battle-hardened Houndour. The rest of the Half Pints looked incredulous as the Nightfires absconded, Fang's screech ceasing as he looked out.<br/><br/>"Wait... we won?" Said Slick.<br/>"Holy shit we actually won" said Horn dryly.<br/>"Hahah! Yeah! now we're going to be taken seriously!" said Fang, his voice a tad hoarse as he embraced Horn.<br/>"Yeah got that respect now!" Cheered Slick, highfiving Barb.<br/>"We're true gangsters... now..." trailed off Barb as she realized Aron was still there, and Dendra was out cold. She then turned up the bravado, mimicking her leader "I mean, of<i>course </i>we won, we're the Poison Half-Pints, We fight dirty, we work dirty and we play dirty!" As she did Horn went over to tend to his fallen leader, and rummaging in her pockets.<br/><br/>"Bingo" he said pulling out a zipper bag with a handful of green leaves in there. He pulled out a bundle of the more commonly known [Revival Herb] and force fed it to Dendra.<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"mmmm bitter," </span>said Dendra groaning as she came back to and looked around from her lying place<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Fuck dammit. I got knocked out didn't I?"</span>she asked irately at Horn<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"did I look cool at least?" </span><br/>"Nope you went down like a chump" said Horn<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Least I took flame bitch with me"</span><br/>"Wrong again Boss" said Horn helping her up "She did look cool, though"<br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Oh, fucking shit!" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">She calls out irritated then looked at the trainer, his guardian and put back on her toothy smirk </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)">"Ehem... well you're welcome. I'll let that... shakey thing slide because you guys helped us defend our territory... but now the road is fucked and we'll need to fix it soooo, we would really appreciate it if you would contribute to repair it" </span>She asks, thinking it as a plausible excuse, people like roads, right?<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(85, 57, 130)"><br/>
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