Pastoria City [Marsh Terminal] || Dawn [Storming]
Eleroo 146 || Seek 136
Eleroo felt like he was going to shake right out of his fur. His trembling was getting worse, his pulse racing from a mix of fear and action. Another Shadow Ball festered at his maw, wispy and failing to form as he fought off a rising panic. What was he doing? The Tropius had turned its rage filled eyes toward him, his weak attack still being enough to infuriate it. I'm not brave. Eleroo strained to keep the Shadow Ball viable, but he couldn't imagine aiming, attacking, and striking again. Hope was fettering away as quickly as the dark sphere, but it was reignited by surprise praise. "Excellent kit, aim for the vitals and means of movement. I believe in you." His paws tingled once more, the weight on his shoulders lightening as he focused on keeping himself and his attack steady.
Digging his pads into the floor he let his next strike go. With a sweep of its head the undead avoided another blast to the face, more specifically the eyes that Eleroo had been aiming for. The child had never stopped shaking, almost cursing his effort, but the sphere managed to make contact with one of the beasts rear wings. The wilting tip bent, flopping over meekly as the beast cried out in distress. Any joy was short lived, as it quickly stamped forward, charging the room with a rumbling bellow. Eleroo scampered aside narrowly avoiding being crushed under its bulking weight. She stopped suddenly, body rearing before coming down with a twist and flap. A harsh, sudden blade of wind shot forward, its target unknown as it flew forward and smashed the window before it.
Glass showered down to the floor, the whipping sound of wind and rain now coming from above and beside them as cold air flew in. Putting more distance between himself and the undead Eleroo tried not to gag. It was unclear if it was the fresh air, the monsters movement, or just his proximity, but its smell hit him hard. Her fatal wounds were bad enough, the smell of already death potent, but it was only getting worse as she attacked. Burn's from Shenron's attacks festered its diseased skin, the rotten portions bubbling and giving off a horrid odor of burned skin. As it rampaged, almost trampling him again, Eleroo could see pieces sloughing off and mixing with bloody prints it left on the floor. Despite his fear only one thought came to his mind. Its in pain. The thought was heartbreaking, that maybe it couldn't process anything outside of agony. The child practically sobbed, wailing out, "No one deserves this!"
Seek's vision was swamped, her rapid breathing refusing her the oxygen she needed. With her belly pressed roughly against the floor she struggled even more so to take in a deep inhale, and her mind was forced to slow down. The Pelipper had collapsed in a heap, clearly caught off guard by the electrical attack. For a few seconds it looked harmless, even weak as it struggled to stand. Its thick wings slapped the ground in a bid to regain itself, but its twitching muscles made for a difficult step. Seek's jaw clenched, her eyes wide with massive pupils as she tried to regain her composure. I-it was just a bird. Just a dumb, ugly bird that couldn't even stand. W-what was she so afraid so?! Forcing her stiff legs to stand Seek took a single step closer to it before the Pelipper managed to get back into its webbed feet.
With a jump she moved back, her body reacting with another Hidden Power. The jolt was weaker than before, just serving to irritate the wobbly pelican as it turned to face her. It gave a caw, throat rippling as it prepped another water attack. With a yelp Seek jumped again, bounding away and taking to the air much to her own surprise. Flying indoors was something completely new, and in her panicked state she struggled into the pound against the ceiling or careen straight into oncoming walls. Her mouth had gone dry from hyperventilating, body going lucid with a new fright, but somehow she managed to call out, "Moonblast it!"