Weavile and the Sneasel: "."
They instinctively looked at the members of their kind beside them who had been bowled over by Arcanine and the others like speed bumps. A trace of wariness and undisguised fear flashed through their eyes.
These cunning hunters looked at one another, yet none dared to be the first to step forward.
You had to be kidding!
Their boss, the Weavile leader, had been within the range of Victini's V-Create just now and still had not gotten back up.
And then there were those three intimidating giants behind Luo Mu, who clearly looked like trouble and even had a type advantage over them. Even with superior numbers, they did not dare attack.
In truth, this group of Weavile had it pretty rough too.
Their hunts often failed because of Zoroark. Over generations, their resentment had built up, and just when they had finally gotten the chance for revenge—
Luo Mu had intervened because of the trial issued by Uxie, the "God of Knowledge."
If they knew the reason, they would probably have nowhere to vent their grievances.
Luo Mu understood that as well. But just as he had said earlier, no matter what happened, he would protect the Zoroark and Zorua behind him.
This had nothing to do with fairness. Besides, Hisui was already an era where the strong preyed on the weak.
In the end—
Realizing that even if they attacked together, they probably could not defeat Ceruledge and the others behind Luo Mu, the Weavile retreated decisively after weighing their options.
After all, most Wild Pokémon rarely hunted in ways that put their own safety on the line.
Protecting themselves and acting only when they were confident was the norm.
As he watched the Weavile and Sneasel carry away their groaning, fallen companions