~Move out of the way my fellow Pokemon so that you won't be in the blast~
Clyde’s thoughts were interrupted by the telepathic warning ringing in his ears. His first thought concerned Max, but even with the noise of the battle, he could distinguish that the voice’s owner was female. Unsure whether to trust this unseen being or not, he held his ground for the moment before his eyes were drawn to an ever-growing light, building up behind the haxorus. His jaw opening in a combination of shock and confusion, he was about to move into the safety before a weak voice overpowered his emotions."Help..."
Clyde felt his heart crumple at the plea and turned to witness Lalita struggling on the ground a short distance from him.“Lalita!”
He exclaimed helplessly, swallowing his pain and rushing to the ninetales aid. She had no evident injuries but clearly seemed to be in some kind of paralyzing agony. He noticed the tears staining her fur, before realizing he was the only being to have touched her since entering the tunnel. As realization kicked in, his body shuddered involuntarily and he hurriedly lowered himself, hoping to eventually lift the canine onto his back.“I-I-I’m so sorry,”
He muttered, guilt overwhelming his mind. “So, so sorry. I didn’t mean to...”
He rambled off whilst glimpsing behind him to observe a brand new threat. He shrank back, eyes wide at the sight of the infected cradily approaching the group. The light from the focus blast was so intense now that Clyde saw no opportunity to flee. Looking to Lalita, he gulped and shielded her body with his own, large form. It was his fault she was injured – he wasn’t going to let her die from this attack as well. Taking a deep breath and preparing for the worst, he ushered a weak smile at the ninetales before a pained roaring gave him a glimmer of hope.
Turning his head, he found that the latest threat had taken the attack and was now slowly, gruesomely murdering the haxorus. Clyde couldn’t disguise his shock. He was pleased that one threat was being destroyed and that the cradily hadn’t targeted one of the living – but the killing method was just too much to handle. The haxorus felt the acid eating away at its flesh; it could feel. He winced, suddenly thinking of Bonnie. He glanced to Lalita with a weak smile, guilt still tearing away his mind.”It’s okay. We’re gonna be alright,”
He could only hope that she hadn’t been able to see the monstrous grass type over his large form. Returning his attention to the infected - the haxorus now laying in three separate pieces - a wave of immense relief swept over the vigoroth as the creature disappeared beneath the ground. Sighing, his eyes ran over each of the remaining pokémon, checking that everyone was still in one piece and thankful that there’d been only two injuries – albeit, one of which unnecessary. ”I-I-I...”
His words got caught in his throat; he didn’t even want to think that he’d caused a pokémon such pain. “It’s Lalita; c-can someone lift her?”
He asked nobody in particularly. Moving a few paces forward to allow the light from the torches to fall onto Lalita’s form, Clyde winced at the sudden pain in his side as the two gashes tore and merged into one, foul, gaping hole.