"If you wanna call it that." His laugh was dry and he shook his head, whistling again to make sure the attention of the Poliwag were still on them.

Grunting a little as he adjusted the weight distribution (he still had a pretty raw wound from his own secret, humiliating Beedrill encounter) on his back, he set off in the direction of the city, the parade of 'poli~? poli~?? trailing after them.