[FIN] Death and Discovery

[BlackPidgeot]

When Luke let Izaya go, Yuri released Luke's wrist as well. The man standing there for several moments as the red head walked away. Dark eyes staring down at the Rocket cooly, his blade still held firmly.

However, he eventually turned and walked away in silence, stopping only to pick up the scabbard. The blade smoothly returning to its sheath.

The snarls of the two dogs dying down as they abandoned the fight with Izaya's Pokemon and followed Yuri out, who in turn followed Luke.  

[lZAYA ORlHARA]

When the skinny man was shoved away, he gasped and coughed, his burning lungs flooded with sweet air and his mind doused in a refreshing new wave of oxygen. He dropped his flickblade as he put a hand to his throat, massaging the tender flesh that still held the imprints of Luke's nearly lethal grip.

Izaya glared up at Yuri when the dark-haired man stared down at him, his expression a dark depiction of utter annoyance, but stayed where he was. I'm not done yet, Yuri. Not with you, nor Luke.

He waited until the two swordsman had left before finally getting up, trudging over to his badly-hurt pokemon to recall them into their pokeballs. There would be a lot to think about on the long trip back to base.