Falchion simply gave an exasperated sigh, which sounded somewhat odd with the metallic twinge in his voice, and began inspecting his claws. After determining that they were sharp enough, the blades retracted, and he crossed his arms and gave glances through all of the Pokemon assembled there. If they wanted to leave themselves as sitting ducks, that was fine with him. He wouldn't bother to save them once they were standing in front of death's door.