Amourshipping : Love, Loss & Loyalty

Fury

"Okay, these trainers are starting to really piss me off now."

Sierra was scratching at her face repeatedly, like she had an itch that refused to die just on her cheek. She's been scratching it for a good solid five minutes now, pacing in a predetermined line back and forth in front of Beta, like she was rubber-banding back to the same spot on repeat.

That Ash Ketchum and his miniature harem had managed to get away from them, and to top everything off with a nice bow on the top, they'd managed to report Synthcorp's activities to relevant authorities. Along with that, a large number of failures region-wide had set the group back a large amount, leaving them scratching their heads as to their next moves validity and chances for success. A thousand victories made redundant by tens of defeats.

It was frustrating, to say the least.

"It's a Kantoean, and two Kalosians. Can someone explain to me why we can't kick them off a cliff or something and be rid of them?" The irritated female asked, showing off her teeth as she frowned and begun another pace across the room.

"Well you tried that already, and it evidentally didn't do anything." Psi responded from the corner of the room, his hood still kept up to conceal all of his features from being visible, even to his partners. he sounded amused by all of this, having to move his hand into a position where it would conceal a sile were he wearing one. "In fact, I'm pretty sure all you did was piss them off"

"You tried." Beta corrected. "We simply attempted to retrieve their Pokemon. Had they resisted, we would have taken to appropriate measures. Such excessive force was unrequired from the beginning of the conflict. It's failure has only made our groups reputation plummet further, making out future objective that much harder."

"So yeah, thanks for that, you wannabe assassin!" Exploded the pacing woman. Another series of scratches followed. Sierra wasn't used to being on the losing side, and it was beginning to get under her skin, like a rash. Sierra didn't do the losing side. She didn't lose. She refused to lose. "Seriously, what like, what - what even was your plan there? I'm genuinely curious!"

"Get rid of them, get their Pokemon was pretty much my motif. Didn't really care what happened so long as that goal was accomplished." The cloaked boys response was soft as it was arrogant. He wasn't showing a shred of remorse for the actions that he had taken, and Sierra was growing more and more angry every time he spoke.

It was him. It was Psi who was getting under her skin like an infection. It was Psi being a smartass that was making her irritated like she'd been awake for a week without being able to blink. It was Psi who had shown up, and then suddenly, all these failures, these losses that Synthcorp had been immune to had begun to pile up.

"Who the hell do you even think you are?!" The girl suddenly erupted towards their assigned partner with anger that surprised even Beta, who shot his head to face her. "It's bad enough that I got teamed up with this joyless Kantoean damn robot, but you're freaking useless! Beta at least understands why we need to be subtle, when to use full force, or when we just need to kick people into the gutter, but you're just - What's wrong with you, you freaking masked mystery maniac?!"

"Masked maniac?" Psi questioned, turning his body to face Sierra front on. "You know, when you're angry, you don't think too much about what you're saying, do you? You going on about understanding subtlety? That's amusing. Heh, I think I prefer you like this. You're easier to make fun of when your backs to the wall."

"Wanna test me?" A Pokeball was torn from Sierra's belt, and her left eye narrowed while her right one was left wide open. It made her look psychotic, but her ruthless personality was very real. Her merciless, cocky persona was still very much intact. "Give me a damn chance, Psi. I'll knock you and that shit attitude of yours into the next damn oblivion!"