Dark Arena *Start Up!*

Darktide plods over to Rex and sits down drawing his arms and legs into his shell. "We don't even know where he goes do we? He could be miles away or right outside. One way or another we can't squander our opportunity. I don't care how fuzzy the sicko gets I for one won't hesitate to drown him first chance I get." He grumbles and looks from Rex to Zaron. "You know how many of us die each month. If we escape we save lives, and our absence will reduce the number of fights he can hold in the future." He looks at them solemnly. "We need to get out of here."

Raphael grinned. He had a lot of finishing maneuvers that tended to please the crowd. He leapt away from the Tropius, and reached inside his bag again for throwing knifes. Lots of throwing knifes. He then tossed them all in a single throw, and they were all aimed toward the Tropius.

Every single one of them hit their mark. The Tropius became a pincushion, with numerous knifes sticking out of its body. One was stuck right in between its ribs.

The beast let out another roar, and fell to the ground. Raphael walked up to the beast, and lodged out the knife that was sticking out of the Tropius's heart, letting the blood stream from the wound.

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Zaron nodded.

"I, for one, don't want to get caught by the guy if he's out there. But could you hurry up and unlock this damned door?"

Raphael was taken back to his cage after being let to bask in the moment. "Nice, but people are saying your cheating with all those weapons." said the Worker. "But the audience loves it so we don't mind."

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"Exactly, this may be the only time we can escape." said Rex. "We need to plan this, we need to sneak out of this cage later, sneak past the guards, and then batter down the outer door. From what we know for sure, we have a pretty clean shot to freedom after that but should be prepared to run into problems." he said. "And once we're free, we can find a way to destroy this place." he said. "And we need to wait for dark when Mako is gone."

The slots in Darktide's shell open and his cannons snap out. "If worst comes to worst... I can handle the guards." He grins and the cannons slowly slide back into the massive shell. Darktide looks over to Rex. "I don't suppose you've crafted some magical method of dismantling a prison?" He raises a brow curiously. "What if we can't get all the pokemon out? That in and of itself may cause problems."

"I know we can't get everyone out, that would be impossible at this point, but if we can reveal to the good humans about this place, they'll shut it down." said Rex. "IF that doesn't work, I'm pretty sure the Legendary Pokemon won't take kindly to this place."

Darktide laughs and grins. "I'm not sure how we'd go about contacting a legendary pokemon but if hey if anyone sees fit to destroy this place it's fine by me." He marches over to the bars and watches the guards walk by. His brows furrowed. "I can't wait to be free of this place." He slowly turns and faces the others. "Can anyone think of any other situations we might cross?"

Raphael grinned. That's what he loved. He was in this for the sport. Of course, during the moment where the audience was cheering, he had collected the knifes out of the Tropius's body.

Raphael put his bag of tricks in a corner of his room, and he happened to overhear what Rex and the others were talking about.

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Zaron grunted.

"Oh, I'm going to love it when that piece of filth Mako goes down...him and this blasted organization as a whole. So, let's wait until the slimeball himself leaves."

"He should be leaving soon." said Rex. "We need to be ready, anyone else we need to do?"

OOC: Where is everyone else?

"Hey, waht did I miss?" Skull asked. He had been attempting to get some sleep, and had actually succeeded in it for once.

Making sure no one but the Pokemon in the cage could see, he took out the key and showed it to Skull. "The key to our cage, tonight, we get out of here."

"Perfect."
Skull grinned, slamming his bone against the cage wall.
"Hear that, Mako?" he whispered angrily. "When I get outta here, you'll wish you were never born!"

"We need your help to." said Rex. "When we get out of here, we need you to use dig so we can cut through some of the walls to get out and then to dig to the surface faster." he said. "Can you do that for us?"

O.O.C. Hi, I have arrived. Sorry for rushing.

Tybalt sat in the corner of the cages, in the shade. His eyes were closed, his heart beat slow and his breathing was slow and weak. One could assume he was dead, but he was just loafing around in silence and thinking. Thinking as always, about how to get out. Ir only he could get his bg hairy finger's around Mako's neck, he would ring it until his eyeballs shot out. Then he eat him. In his mind Tybalt smiled. Some would consider that creepy, but he liked eating.

Tybalt knew he was up next, to a newbie. Some big old Arbok that had been picked up recently. Tybalt walked out, and one of the worker's grabbed him. Tybalt didn't struggle until he saw a needle coming. He wriggled his arm. The worker struggled to inject him, but finally stabbed his arm and injected. Tybalt's head spun and he roared in a violent rage as he tore up. The workers ran out of the arena as they freed the feral Arboks. There was two! And they were mad.

Tybalt rushed foward, on two legs and grabbed an Arbok, spinning it around his head as he roared some more. The crowd went wild- such showmanship was rare for a feral Pokemon. The other wrapped him and but at Tybalt's side. Tybalt screamed and smashed down the first Arbok with pure power. He grasped for the other, who's jaw tightened. His side was struck with pain and blood covered his fur. With fury and anger Tybalt grabbed the Arbok and bit down with a powerful Bite. Mashing it with his teeth he tore it in half. The grip of the jaw let lose and the Arbok fell to the ground, dead.

The other Arbok finally came to its senses and looked up. Alas it was too late- Tybalt's hands camed down on it's head, knocking it unconscious. With a fury of punches, Tybalt roared and lifted the near-dead body. He looked to Mako and got a thumbs-up. *Sorry. You'll be better off.* Tybalt thought as he tore the body in two. Blood covered the stage and Tybalt. His brown and grey fur was now dyed red with the stains of an easy fight. Tybalt grunted and walked off the arena. One of the workers attempted to give him an antidote, but Tybalt slapped him away. On his other arm, a patch of yellow liquid broke the red. The chemicals had missed and hadn't been injected. Tybalt walked into his cage and returned to his shade. From a distance, one of the workers hosed him down and left. Tybalt returned to thinking as the wet floor turned red with his blood and that of his opposer.

"Tybalt." said Rex. He showed him the key. "I can get us out of here, but we need your help." he said. "We're planning to break out of here tonight, but we need that strength you have to tear down through some of the security measures." he said. "Will you please help us? Afterwards, you don't have to help us destroy this place but we do need your help getting out."

Tybalt opened an eye and stared directly into the eyes of Rex. He was still pure and innocent, in a sense. It made Tybalt think back to when he first got here....

"Are you mad?.... After I get you punks out of here I shall tear every inch of this wretched place down, burn it to ashes and chew down on Mako's face. OF course I'll help." He closed his eye.