Gold called out, worried for his team member, to "Use substitute Buffy!" Buffy closed his eyes, before reopening them in shock as he realized that his health was too low to bring up the substitute armor. He took the shots, each knocking him back, until the final barrage removed his head and upperbody in a blast of power. Gold let out a wordless scream of rage, and caught the shot at him in a shield weakened enough to ensure that it would only weaken the blast to survivable levels, taking it full in the chest.
as the smoke would clear from the shot, it would show Gold's shirt blasted away to reveal a network of scars even more numerous then the ones on his head, leaving his chest a featureless mass of lines. Everything that might have identified him as human, moles or any other kind of unique mark, had been sliced away long ago by cruel tormentors. He pulled his second pokeball with a look of pure rage, and tapped at its ball, releasing a butterfree.
it fluttered in the air for a moment, before a voice would be heard in Rex's head. oh Arceus, you've really pissed him off. You're lucky he knows Buffy will come back from this, or else I think he'd remove your head before the rest of him would catch up. And keep removing it, once you lot were back in the lounging place. Don't suppose you'll sit down now?
