"So you see Mr. Cazador, it's a matter of honour. This Riolu and Growlithe, they disrespected me. Back when I was just a Molovil, there was this Drifloon. Now, I've never trusted Drifloons. You hear things about 'em, y'know? They carry kids off into the air and steal souls and all this. So I see this Drifloon and my kids are nearby and I don't want no soul-stealing or stuff happening. So I try to drive the kid away and this Riolu and Growlithe jump in and I'm ganged up on three-to-one, just an honest, hard-working Molovil trying to keep my kids safe and now I've got these two mutts bearing down on me. And they attack me without even asking what's going on. It's the thing about being a Molovil or a Horrovil. You look intimidating, so everyone thinks you're the villain. And these two mutts, they break one of my spikes, Mr. Cazador."
Cazador gasped in genuine shock. Having a spike broken for a Molovil was like a Chipiente losing his spurs.
"So these mutts, they're really after overdoing things, so I leave and take my kids with me. And these mutts and this Drifloon, they're all yipping and laughing like they just drove off the big nasty bad guy instead of some honest, hard-working Molovil. They disrespected me, they threatened the safety of my children. I cannot let this pass and this is why I come to you Mr. Cazador. I want you to plug 'em. Put a fireball through their skulls. Do this and you can ask anything from me in return."
Cazador sat back and considered the offer for a couple of minutes. After some time had passed, he came to a decision.
"I will gladly take up this contract, but in reward, I want a Lucky Charm. Nothing more, nothing less."
His client nodded eagerly.
"Anything Mr. Cazador, to have this stain on my honour wiped clean."
Cazador extended a hand and shook his client's spiky claw.
"It's a deal then. I'll set out at once."
Cazador swept from the glade, quickly disappearing into the undergrowth.
Time to track some prey.
Cazador gasped in genuine shock. Having a spike broken for a Molovil was like a Chipiente losing his spurs.
"So these mutts, they're really after overdoing things, so I leave and take my kids with me. And these mutts and this Drifloon, they're all yipping and laughing like they just drove off the big nasty bad guy instead of some honest, hard-working Molovil. They disrespected me, they threatened the safety of my children. I cannot let this pass and this is why I come to you Mr. Cazador. I want you to plug 'em. Put a fireball through their skulls. Do this and you can ask anything from me in return."
Cazador sat back and considered the offer for a couple of minutes. After some time had passed, he came to a decision.
"I will gladly take up this contract, but in reward, I want a Lucky Charm. Nothing more, nothing less."
His client nodded eagerly.
"Anything Mr. Cazador, to have this stain on my honour wiped clean."
Cazador extended a hand and shook his client's spiky claw.
"It's a deal then. I'll set out at once."
Cazador swept from the glade, quickly disappearing into the undergrowth.
Time to track some prey.
