As Jake was calmly weeping, and when he had finally finished and realized just what Mark had done, he was determined.
"I swear on my life Mark... When I find you... You traitor... I will *clenches fist in anger* get payback for this poor girl and any other of your victims!
I swear... I'll avenge all of you poor people... One day, I will show Mark what I'm made of. I can't believe this whole time he was with the bad guys...I can't believe I /Was/ one of the bad guys myself... But my mind is clear. Mark will pay.
My own mentor... And I must defeat him... But how... This will be a crazy hard task... But I must get vengeance for these-!"
A roaring flame dashed past Jake's head leaving his speech dead in pieces on the ground and eyes as wide as donuts.
He slowly turned to his Pokemon checking on them, and touching around his head to see if it was still there...
"Well then wasn't Demon... Let's go check out who did that... I guess you guys could say I'm a... Hothead now huh?"
All his Pokemon smirked and went with him down the hall following him as he pressed against cover. Suddenly he heard it.
"Fury swipes on the girl."
Jake immediately thought it was going to be Mark, having a flashback to what had happened earlier, and rushed the area in anger, coming around the corner, he saw a small girl, a sandslash, and a grunt... But it just didn't seem like Mark.
(Mood swing to extremely serious)
"Go, Whisper. Icy wind."
The sneasel threw out a cold chill causing the sandslash to trip and slide, missing the girl just barely, with Jake approaching the grunt slowly with his hair down over his eyes and a hateful expression.
"You people disgust me. I can't believe I was one of you once... Ruthless... RUTHLESS B*STARD! I should kill you... But I have boundaries unlike you."
Whisper engaged the sandslash in battle, starting off with a straight fired ice beam directed right for the sandslash.
Almost forgetting the girl behind him was there he spoke while pointing backwards.
"You. Go. Now. I need time alone with this guy"
Jake popped his knuckles and neck and got ready to attack the grunt while the Sneasel fought the Sandslash.
Jake almost reached for his combat knife, but slowly let his hand off of it, and just assumed a grappling intended combat stance.
"I bet you're too much a baby to throw a punch at me."
He was waiting for an opportunity to grab his opponents arm and go from there.