"Not a request I'll respect!"
Kale continues to add more pressure to her bearhug, and watches Marcia pour on the kicking strike. Once again, despite her earlier adherence to adjusting her fighting prowess to reasonable levels, a part of her might actually enjoy this form of submissive according (especially since she was contributing to it).
"Don't...kill her, okay? She just needs to...pay for her crimes."
edited 2nd Sep '17 7:12:52 PM by XMenMutant22
Well... let's just say I've been to their world before. So that means I've sort of got the "scent" of that world on me.
'Course, I'm not actually a portal home, so I have to defend myself when they find that out. Which, thanks to my Pokémon, like this guy here—
(points a thumb at Grayson, who gives a smirk at that)
—I can do a lot more than that.
edited 2nd Sep '17 7:34:58 PM by foxmccloud4387
In an instant, Ultra Kale watches as Lilithmon collapses from Marcia's sleeping strike. With a nod, she looks down and lifts the deranged woman's body in a bridal carrying position. "Pathetic..." Turning to Marcia and Koata, she adopts her heroic smile as she asks: "I'm sorry she hurt you, Marcia and...Koata. Do you want me to handle her to the proper authorities?"
-There is darkness past the Windows, the interior is poorly lit-
-There IS a single light, however! The light of a TV set-
-It's hard to make out what's playing on it, though....it's a shitty CRT-
-You think you can see a girl suplexing a humanoid boar on it, though-
-By the light of the television, you can see the back of a figure's head on the couch, watching it-
"Oh, well..."
Ultra Kale stares down at the downed Lilithmon once more, narrowing her eyes as her fingers clutching upon her. She didn't seem satisfied with the results, even if, thankfully, nobody else died in this encounter.
"I could...personally deliver her to a police station, and they could...question her for more answers!"

Like, beyond the intrusive thoughts, was that thing a threat?
dead devotion