"I've just been here all day! You don't have any proof!" The Sandslash was relaxed, his claws to his side. He made no notion that he knew anything at all. He was a good liar.
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Froxi's ear perked. The Delphox put his book aside and went to his window. He peeked through the broken blinds. Down below, Slash was confronted by a Bisharp that the Delphox vaguely recognized. The Bisharp was no ally.
Froxi left his room. Knowing better than to disturb the boss, he headed over to Craster's room. The Krokoodile was lounging about, gnawing some jerky. Loud blasts emanating from the glowing TV indicated that he was playing some violent video game.
"We have company," Froxi said sternly, almost yelling over the volume of the game.
Craster looked up at him, crunched the last of his jerky, and tossed his controller aside. Cracking his knuckles, he said, "Awesome! One fight in a day just ain't enough!"
Froxi sighed. Craster's attitude disgusted him. But it couldn't be helped. Craster was the strongest fighter in the guild, other than himself, the boss, and Nikol.
Next, Froxi went over to Nikol's room. She was sitting on her bed, staring at the wall. Not unusual for her, as Froxi had discovered. "There's an intruder at the door. Let's take him out quickly before the boss can be disturbed."
Nikol stood, headed toward the door, and went past him toward the entrance of their base. Froxi felt for the Gardevoir- she was like him. She didn't really belong here, but with her history, who else would take her? No guilds, certainly, and few pokemon made it on their own these days.
The trio went to the door, and Froxi halted them. Unlike Craster, Froxi wasn't quick to jump to action. His keen ears to the door, his listened to the conversation unfolding outside. He knew Slash could lie like no other, but if the conversation turned sour, the trio would not hesitate to take the Bisharp out.