Weavile took a deep breath, then expelled it violently through her nostrils in a cloud of steam. She squared, up her shoulders and unsheathed her claws in a pose she desperately hoped was intimidating. She didn't want to go back to her clan with the humiliation of being beaten up by a bunch of children hanging over her head. Thankfully, iIt must've had the intended effect as she noticed the trio take a hasty step back and share uneasy looks.
Weavile chose to capitalize on this sudden development and continued her verbal assault. "You snot-nosed brats think you can take me on, huh? Ha, fat chance! I've fought pokemon way tougher than you, and to them you little shrimplets would be nothing but appetizers. I'm giving you one, one chance to get out of here before I'm forced to have to send you back to your parents in pieces."
The boy sneasel cocked his head at his two comrades with a conflicted gaze, unsure of whether the Weavile was telling the truth or not. She didn't look that scray, and her insults and threatening demeanor sounded more like bluster than anything. Still, looks could be deceiving and he certainly didn't want to take a beating from an experienced fighter. Discretion is the better part of valor, after all. ..
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