>>36559122>(3/3)Dozens of Lunrantis jumped out of the bushes and immediately set upon the panicking group of prisoners, joined by the Tsareenas immediately attacking their quarry. The screams they began belting out were music to her ears as she heard that quick, painful crack bones snapping always had from the Tsareena’s powerful kicks, gasping squeals of high-pitched fear as the sickles and blades of Lunrantis sliced apart limbs and underfed bellies.
She was grinning.
Megaphone. “WELL, ENEMIES OF THE STATE, YOU’RE ALWAYS WELCOME TO WANDER INTO TO THE JUNGLE! THERE’S SO MANY PLACES TO START FRESH!” At that announcement, some of them began to run off. Some, not all. Many were on the ground, the grass beneath them died a dark red with blood, weeping in utter terror over lost limbs or cut-open torsos. Some still tried to crawl away.
Then she heard a primal scream of fear. She cocked her head back and laughed. “Did you hear that, comrades?!” She turned to her minister-comrades, eyes wide with delight. “One of them has finally run into one of the Salamance!” She could’ve sworn she heard another roar just as she finished saying that. She began to laugh more, raising her hands to the air, closing her eyes and letting her ears do the work for her. Beggars for help trying to get the Tsareenas and Lunrantis to show mercy (no). Tears and crying over whether to run or to try to fight back (futile) against the grass Pokemon. Roars from the Salamence as they began to fan out to find the easy prey - she had kept them hungry when it came time for eliminating political prisoners.
She could feel her chest begin to bounce madly as she began to giggle and jump about like a little girl, but so be it. The only people who ever saw her happy were her minister-comrades, and the dead.
