Battle Frontier [Backwoods] || Morning
Cinder 154 || Faux 116
For a beast so large you'd never expect such speed. The blazing Quilaza, burning and swift, came to a dead stop midair as the dragon closed a clawed fist around her. The sudden thud was enough to drive the air from her lungs but she wasn't about to be made useless once again. With her fire attack dissipating, with no damage no less, all she could do was struggle within its grasp. Her jaw was tight under its claws, words and attacks impossible as she tried not to heave at the dead creatures horrific stench. While she couldn't cough up any fire to spit in its face her eyes shot daggers at the beast as it spewed mindless words. Flailing and kicking, she tried to ignore its meaning, but a dread settled deep in her belly. "I smell hate on thou. Hehehehe. Blame my brother when thou sees him that he is the reason for this.
She growled, though the noise came out like a gurgle, and her rebelling was cut off in a firm smack that sent her flying.
By some sort of saving grace she was prepared, her body tensing before the impact to prevent her breath from being driven out a third time. It was no less painful, her body writhing as she tried to stand and gagging as new smoking breaths forced their way in. She had to do something.. she had to get in there! She paws staggered as she tried to walk closer, mind whirling rapidly for some sort of idea. The dread feeling grew, and her heart sank as Rebel yowled a desperate plea. “Cinder! Take her and run!!” No.
He would never- he wouldn't abandon Miyu. He wouldn't send them away or stand down. Her knees weakened with understanding, whines pitiful and useless. "No, Nooo!"
Her own voice was smothered as the brutal assault started and his voice turned to shrieks. This isn't happening.
A desperate Flamethrower raced toward the beast, but like all the ones before it it may as well of been smoke. I can't do anything.
Her every attempt was cast aside like batting away a pesky mosquito, and going in now would mean facing a swatter. Please, someone, please!
With trembling paws her instincts only told her to do one thing. With a leap, she stood in front of Miyu, angling her body to block the kit's view as she nudged her move away. She shouldn't be here- she shouldn't have to watch this
She gasped, trying not to scream herself, "You-u have to go.."
This wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening. The fox's entire body was twitching from her built tension, but while her mind screamed to act her paws cried to flee. There was nothing they could do against this thing; it was too strong, too powerful. They were at a complete disadvantage, with nothing to face this beast aside from their ace that was being slaughtered
before their eyes. We can't win this.
It was a harsh realization, hitting the fox like a truck as she took a step out of the shrubbery. She could see in the others eyes they were desperate, willing to do anything to save their friend, but knowing too well that reality was not on their side. Every cry from Rebel made her pelt stand on end, but if any of them went in their they would not come back. Cinder shot another attack, but it didn't even reach the dragon as nerves got to her.
She only had seconds to make a plan; drop a tree or branch? Too long. Quick Attack its face or neck? They'd be crushed under its assault. Between its wings? Wouldn't stop the beating.
Their was nothing, and as Rebel's wails weakened so did her resolve. Forgive us.
Charging out of the brush Faux blocked more of Miyu's path, staring her dead in the eyes as she ordered, "We must go."
If she were taller she would have gripped the child by the scruff and dragged her, but a forceful shoulder would have to do. Cinder's paws were slower to follow, working the ground as she continued to block their direct sight of the ordeal. She couldn't leave, how could she? Why
hadn't she rushed in? Rebel's cries shrank under the harsh thuds of each strike, his life truly being drained before their eyes. Why.. wasn't she.. doing anything..
Cinder couldn't breath. Forcing her shaking paws to follow Faux she didn't dare turn her back on the dragon. The scene would forever be burned into her memory, sight, scent, and smell, but she would not let it claim another. Hadn't they lost enough? Faux lead them back into the trees, a tense, unbearable silence holding the two fire types tongue's as they waited. Time seemed to slow, a constant dread weighing them down until finally, quiet filled the air. No cackling, no nonsensical babbling, even the blazing trees had started to burn out. Faux moved before the starter, her steps quick but silent. She already knew what she would find, but the moment both fire types broke the shrub barrier they froze up. The dragon was nowhere to be seen, its amusement having ceased, but what it felt was enough to make their stomachs turn. Cinder diverted her eyes and Faux held them firmly, but both Pokemon held the same passing thought.
They had failed.