Far above the PokeMorphs, a few of the guards were watching them through surveillance screens. One of them arched a brow. "Uh, shouldn't we stop that?" he asked the other, who merely smirked and took another sip of his coffee. "Nah. It's the most excitement we're probably going to see today." The other guard didn't seem to sure about that. "You know it's our job to keep them from escaping or killing each other, right?"<br/><br/>The guard rolled his eyes, setting down his coffee mug. "Trust me, if they have any humanity left in those freakish bodies, they won't kill each other over a little scuffle"<br/><br/>Back at ground level, Greg let out a grunt as he was kicked directly into one of the rock formations, cracking it despite it being hit with human flesh and bone. Miraculously, the Snorlax man could still get up, though he looked weary, and furious. Just as he was about to roll at him again, Angie ran in between the two of them. "Knock it off! It was just a misunderstanding! Greg, he'll leave you alone, just please stop fighting!" Greg glared at Marshall again, then let out a huff, heading back towards the food. Angie sighed, then looked at the Gallade with a serious look, "You don't just go attacking people over such things. It was my fault anyways, I got in his way."