The Weavile however, seemed completely unbothered as it continued to just cssually rub its foot against the dead Marowak’s head, the corpse’s tongue listlessly drifting against the Weavile’s sole. Marowak’s trainer gritted her teeth her toes clenched the ground in fury.
“What are you doing? Are you really just mocking us at this point!”
Her opponent just chuckled as she rubbed her own feet together.
“Ah, Weavile is in no rush to finish off such a weak opponent. I think they’re much more content to let your dead friend’s tongue pleasure its sole.”
The Weavile chuckled as it nodded in agreement, enjoying the feeling of Marowak’s tongue lapping up against its sole, letting drool drip from the tongue and onto its feet. The Marowak’s Trainer grunted in anger and annoyance, stomping her bare foot down so harshly against the stone floor that some water flew up and the sound of her sole smacking against the ground resounded through the air.
“Fine then we’ll make the first strike! Marowak, attack!!!”
Marowak nodded, holding its bone as it ran towards its opponent its feet smacking against the damp stone with each step. However, even with its opponent quickly coming at them the Weavile seemed much too absorbed about dominating its deceased previous foe as it continued wiping its foot against its tongue much to not only its own pleasure but to the pleasure of their teammates.
