"The Dunsparce? I gave them three-
he says, kicking the one in front of him,
"muking-" he says, kicking it again,
"chances to join me."
One last kick.
"The little bastards spat in my face. I'll just be repaying them in kind," he says, picking up the quaking ball of a Dunsparce.
"Shovel, make it watch."
The Drilbur grabs its head, trying to pull it back and make the creature watch. It had attacked them in cold blood, just like the Totodile. It was an enemy. It was bad. It deserved whatever Master was giving it.
Pitch takes the unconscious one, flips it over, and slits its throat, slowly, so the other Dunsparce sees it.
He walks over to the other survivor.
"Normally, I'd give you a chance to join me. I'd be merciful. But three times you have rejected my offers of friendship. You attacked us in cold blood, when we simply wished to help. You are a monster, and deserve this."
And with that, Pitch gouges his blade into the Dunsparce's eyes, blinding it.
"The last thing you ever see will be the result of you mistake. Now, it is time for this to be fair," Pitch says, pulling out a Potion and releasing Outlet, applying one to him as well.
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Thales: [roll0]
Outlet: [roll1]
Seeing Thales' wounds not close as much as he would like, Pitch pulls out another Potion, applying it to the Oshawott.
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24, roll in OoC.