This would have been a wonderful opportunity to kill two birds with one stone--or two targets with one bolt, at it were. Mr. Mysterious hero was down but one thunderbolt certainly would not be enough to take him out. The Pikachu on the other hand, had met it's end. The red-eyed beast trotted over with his tail held high in the air and decided to ensure it stayed dead.

Sinking his teeth and claws into it's neck, he tore the head off from the body. That simply wasn't enough however, and Warren just needed to play with his food. He rolled its head with so it would be greeting Sheik in the face with it's pained expression when she came to, then picked up the remains of the Pikachu's body in his jaw and shook it like a ragdoll, splattering as much blood as possible everywhere. Especially all over Sheik. When he was done, he spiked what was left of the rodent on Shiek's back, like a football to a touch-down.

Get up, Mr. Hero. I've giving you your favorite present--disappointment.

This death was no circle of life, no hungry animal simply hunting for food, but a deliberate and psychopathic murder... and Warren was enjoying every second of it.