Heavenly Retribution. Mk.2.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Baskerville's head turned to face Infini, then his three companions, then Infini again, then his companions' expressions, noting the resolve in their eyes, the indignation. Noting the tones of their voices and actions, he blinked dumbly. "Huh?" He uttered confusedly, turning back and trotting to his companions' side. "We were fooled?" He asked, looking at Sinistra confusedly. "Shatter- oh no, I'm not allowed to break things, my masters will be angry-" He looked at Hikari, speaking nervously before snapping his head toward Ada's general direction. "But... I like games..." He whined dully, ears drooping.

He shook his head and assumed an attacking stance, standing by his companions from the very beginning. "You never let me down once. If you say that Infini's bad, then Infini's bad, and I'll face him with you. Man or god or monster or tree, they'll fall to us, you three and me. Besides, we eliminated all those past adversaries together, so as long as we're together-" He yapped at Infini, "This'll be the best game ever!" He bared his fangs, growling lowly at the youthful god.