Her rescue attempt must have roused some sort of consciousness back into Sparkster; the kid began to speak, though by the weakness in his voice, he obviously in no condition to move or fight on his own. "Balthazar? You came...to help me to safety?” Not now, kid...
Balthazar can still remember what happened once Astrid spoke. Speaking of which, it looks like the Fighting-type went to his rescue, saving him from the vines when the rest of them couldn't. Thank fuck. Their luck doesn't hold out forever, however, as the undead bitch blocks off their escape route down the stairs with those fucking all-purpose vines before anyone can jump down. How the hell will they escape now? She refuses to let go of the kid and try to save herself. No, no way in hell. There has to be another way..."How....do we get out from here...Balthazar? The stairs are blocked off....and there's no other way...around.”
Yes, she knows that all too well. "I...could try to use thunderbolt...if needed to break the vines off....metal."
Balthazar's eyes nearly pop right out of their sockets. Is he crazy? Using Thunderbolt while she's holding him-it's like the kid wants her to become roasted Mightyena meat. Turning to the rest in order to avoid becoming a lightning rod, she catches sight of the Sawsbuck attempting to break down one of the walls. Fuck them, that might just work. Balthazar is not the pinnacle of physical strength, but her Retaliate is definitely nothing to scoff at. They need all bodies working on this escape-it may be the only hope left.
Perhaps sharing the same thoughts, Kinah hurries towards her, setting Astrid next to Balthazar. "Please...watch him for a minute. I have to help Sil or we'll never get out of here."
She doesn't object; there's no time to argue when everyone's lives are hanging in the balance. There's the problem of her being unable to carry two of the kids at once; would Kinah even have enough time to return if this plan works? Fuck. This isn't looking good. "Stay here okay pup? You're safer away from the vines. I'll be right back I promise."
With that, she is gone, joining the rest at the wall and leaving Balthazar with the kids. What is she supposed to do now-?
She felt the air shift; its familiarity clicks in the split second it takes the vines to fling her and everyone else back, her jaws releasing their grip upon Sparkster. Once again, Balthazar slams into the ground, the pain flooding back in full force. She groans audibly, her limbs refusing to respond. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck..."How dare you."
There isn't a way to escape this, is there? No matter what happens, this plant fuck always has a counter. Always a way to stop them. They are all going to die in this shitty tower with this shitty zombie freak, surrounded by rot and these repulsive vines. Balthazar didn't want to give up. She didn't. But what other choice remains? The agony of her breaking body is so great, she cannot even lift up her head.
What goes through Balthazar's head is not her sister, but of all the people she had encountered in this accursed place, both those she liked and those she would have rather never met. Aaden, Cold Stare, those two kids, Sparkster, Astrid, Kinah, Sil, that creepy Houndoom...she barely knows (or knew) any of them. They should mean nothing to her. What reason did she have to care? Even as she questions it, Balthazar knows the answer. All of them are living creatures that simply want to survive. All of them want to get away from the monster breathing down their necks. She doesn't have to be all mushy and friendly with them to understand that basic truth.
Escape could not be achieved easily. What is she willing to do to get everyone out of here?
As it has always been, Balthazar remembers her sister and the human woman that had loved them so. Dearest Iris, lovely Monica...she wonders if they are looking down upon her now, and granting her strength. Even if it is mere delusion, the thought of their faces is a comfort, and the one relief from her pain. Finally, Balthazar could make up for that day, all that time ago, when the world and the last of her loved ones burned around her. Iris, Monica, Mother, Father, all her nieces and nephews...Charon. She has missed them for a long time. Balthazar is tired of running, and of fighting. Being with her family right now is the only form of a heaven she wishes to have."Leave them out of this!"
Aaden's yell is unnecessary, but his attempts to break through the vines certainly aren't. Balthazar might not have enough strength to attempt to aid him, though it is not for a lack of trying; she can only rely upon Assurance, for if the move activates, her natural typing and the damage of her body might be enough to empower it to break through. Balthazar doesn't need to defeat the bloody bitch, she just needs to provide a long enough distraction for them to break through. That means drawing attention to herself. She has to stand up, even though her legs want to collapse again and never rise.”Hope-hope you're ready to meet your precious little girl in hell. Is this what it looked like when they tore her apart?”
Balthazar snarls, her body trembling so horribly that she almost topples over again. She can't let that happen. With another growl, she begins to tear rabidly at the vines with teeth and claws, uncaring about what will occur next.
God, let it work...all of them, even the kids, will die if that goddamn wall doesn't go down.
(Let me know if anything needs changing. I kinda winged it lol)