Izanami - Masumi :: Alolan Ninetales - Pichu :: Judas, Nobunaga
Anything else was forced back down in the wake of that stupid houndoom's comment, and it was visible as the frazzled and anxious mother melted away -- consciously leaving only the ace battling champion that she was as she stalked toward him this time. "I'll say this slowly, kid," she purred, voice sickeningly sweet and sounding almost venomous despite her type, "because clearly you're pretty slow on the uptake. I. Am not. In. The mood. For games." Not long ago she probably would have just attacked, she'd never really tolerated anything that could have been considered shallow flirting and this houndoom grated on her nerves. But Masumi was still nestled between her shoulder blades, burrowing ever deeper into her now much cooler mane, and it kept her at least partially grounded.
A visible puff of air hovered between them as she huffed, turning abruptly away once more as the absol's declaration. It was obvious to her, at least, that he wasn't intimidated any more than she was. Who could say if the houndoom could tell, she didn't have much.... confidence, in his ability to. "My business is none of your concern."

