"Well, that's a real" Virgil began when Ral cut him off. "I think I can sense something! We need to get to the entrance right now!"
When they got there, they found Ral struggling to hold a large truck still with telekinesis. The driver was yelling at Virgil, who waved nonchalantly at Lunar as she approached. "Hello there!" he called, motioning toward the truck, ignoring the fuming driver, "Ral says she detects Pokémon inside."
Star and I get enraged to think that this might be the poacher we 'become one' as Destiny calls it the assault the back door of the truck
The metal doors folded and tore like paper, revealing rows of crates stacked inside. Upon hearing the noise of Lunar and Star breaking down the door, a curious shuffling sounded from within one of the crates and a Pokémon cried out.
There was another shuffling sound and a young voice responded, "Who is this? Do you know my dad?" Virgil cast a dirty look at the truck driver, "Care to explain yourself?"
"he attacked my village it's okay I would of done the same if some one took any of my family" me/Star say.
Using her psychic powers, Ral prised the crate open and let the rock-type Pokémon out. "Let the others out, too." Virgil told her, indicating toward the other crates within the truck while keeping a close eye on the driver.
I carefully led the Pokémon out while Star watched them to make sure they won't attack anyone, well we are going to attack the poacher but that's us not them
"most are old enough to travel alone and the other migrate so it should be easy enough though barely" star and I say with a frown then it turns into a wicked, evil, more-words-to-explain-the-intent grin and slit-blood-red-eyes "Now let us at them for harming this ryhdon baby and the barely old enough mons. Okay?"
Virgil flinched, unnerved by the girl and the umbreon's sudden change in character. Ral jumped in between them, creating a Light Screen around them, "What is wrong with you?" he demanded.
"A-are you sure this is completely necessary?" Virgil stammered, shaking at the sight of the enraged dark-type, "I'm sure there's some other way we can bring him to justice."
Virgil looked a little more relieved, "Yeah, that's... That's a much better idea. I have a pen right here. Draw whatever you want on him." he took a sharpie out of his bag and handed it to her as Ral held the mortified driver still, "Are you feeling better now?"
Virgil breathed a sigh of relief, though he was still shaking, "Good, good." the group began to drag the driver to the police station, "Do I want to know what just happened to you?"
