[Red hears the pokémon's cry behind him, a warning sound. Instinctively he whips his head around to look at the surrounding area, so quickly that he hears something in his neck snap. He's searching for a place to hide, to regroup, or at least a solid structure he can get his back against in case there's more of them. No such luck.
Running won't work (he's a trainer, he can't run away from a battle–), so without giving the matter further thought Red spins on his heel so he's facing Green and his team head-on. One of Red's hands is already at his belt, body seeming to move of its own accord. His lips draw back in a grimace that bares his teeth, feral like an animal's.
There's no friendliness or recognition in his eyes at all, when he looks at Green.]
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Running won't work (he's a trainer, he can't run away from a battle–), so without giving the matter further thought Red spins on his heel so he's facing Green and his team head-on. One of Red's hands is already at his belt, body seeming to move of its own accord. His lips draw back in a grimace that bares his teeth, feral like an animal's.
There's no friendliness or recognition in his eyes at all, when he looks at Green.]