Pastoria City || Morning [Storming]
Eleroo 151 || Seek 145
Seek's tumultuous emotions were making her sick. The anger, grief, exhaustion, the indignation, she could throw up at any moment. Taking in a deep, rattling breath the Aiveon struggled to retain the calm she fought for. We'll get him back.
That's all she had to remember. "Ah there's really not much other then... This."
Shenron gestured to the path the Floatzel had taken, and while she had followed it too it looked starkly different from the air. Should they follow along the ground, or go by air? Had the rain along washed away the trail, what if the gym wasn't
their hideout? She lost sight of it, what if he abandoned Eleroo and left him for dead?!
Question after question flew through her mind, overwhelming to the point she almost missed Felix's thoughts. "--If we can convince him, then we wouldn't need to fight, but nothing can be ruled out. Seek would do everything to save her brother and its worth it to her to get him back. Even leaders can feel fear. Nobody is fearless."
Convince him? The youth could almost laugh at her own shame. That's what I tried to do.
And look where it got them; a member down, precious few leads, and standing around getting soaked. Sure, she had really made a mess of it with her screaming, but they didn't attack the Floatzel. They didn't mean to destroy the building. They didn't want to stay in this town. She had tried her damnedest to resolve it peacefully.. and had nothing to show for it.
After another very direct question the legend gave another vague but somewhat helpful answer. Seek did not need to look at her team to know they were in trouble. The one type advantage they had was already hindering by the rain; a collection of water types would be impassable for him. Poison stalled another, and they had nothing for grass if Shenron could not get close. If only Asura was here..
Her knees felt weak, a weight pressing heavily on her shoulders. Was it up to her to take care of all the water types? Their ragtag collection was nothing compared to stuffed living quarters.. what could she do alone? We don't stand a chance.
Turning away from her team the Aiveon started to pad down the muddy path the kidnapper had made. Her blue eyes could not lift off the ground, and her words shook as she mumbled beneath her frosty breath. "...We can't win this."
They had nothing. No upper-hand, no surprise element, no bargaining chip. Frightening children, walking into a slaughter, collateral damage? Even if they didn't kill them she could see no outcome that worked in their favor, that restored the one thing they wanted.. She paws wouldn't stop moving, desperate to see a that familiar lavender fur. This was her fault. She should have told them to leave immediately.. It wasn't right to risk the others anymore than she already had. "Maybe I should go in alone."
She said grimly. "Maybe they'll go easy on a lone child."