Marcus stops short as he takes the situation's measure, but everything seems simple enough.  Except for the part where Pokemon are engaged in banditry; raccoons or not, he didn't think most had the brains for that sort of thing.<br/><br/>But although his education isn't half bad, considering, he wouldn't have just taken a job as an information-gatherer if his knowledge of Pokemon was all that extensive.<br/><br/>"Hey!" he shouts, plucking Bilzo's Pokeball from his belt with his left hand and unlimbering his chain with the right, in a movement he's practiced more times than he would care to admit, if anyone asked.  "You want money?<em>Come get it!</em>"  Marcus claps one hand against his money-pouch, to make it jingle, before charging forward with all the terrible clanking one might expect from his armor.  With people surrounded, he doesn't have time to plan a good flanking strategy; hopefully, he won't need one.  "Bilzo, I choose you!"<br/><br/>The tirbana slayer is loosed at his side, even as he readies his actual weapons for battle.<br/><br/>(OOC: Knowledge check to identify the Pokemon is 16, assuming they fall under arcana, religion, nature, or the planes.<br/><br/>I'm guessing they're Zigzagoons, though?<br/><br/>Nat-20'd on initiative, for 21.)