Union Cave | Night
The Crevice shook uneasily as Flickry pounded the walls of the cave network with Shadow Balls, and Seruru braced accordingly, holding back yelps of fear only by biting into his paw to muffle the noise.
"Mmmmnf!" he snarled, before retreating further into the crevice...
He could hear the faint sound of running water, and from previous tales told by travelling Pokémon he'd met during his time in the forest, he knew Union Cave was prone to small reservoirs, that formed nearly everywhere. In fact, he'd heard there were Lapris who lived within these caves, though he'd never ventured into them before...
He followed the sound, squirming out of the other side of the crevice with an anxious expression on his face, before falling to the floor, and being as tired as he was, he couldn't brace himself for impact...
His vision was blurry, and his ears ringing, as he dragged his snout from the dirt, and pushed himself up onto his knees. He groaned, the taste of blood heavy in his mouth... but after a moment or two, his senses began to regulate, and once again he could hear the vile shrieking of Flickry.
There was a body of water not too far away from him... it wasn't particularly large, but it was deep, he could tell from the particularly dark shade of blue.
Suddenly, a gear clicked in the back of Seruru's head. Flickry was covered in flames... was it possible that, much like a Charizard, having these extinguished would lead to death? And in that case... did he have the energy?
The little Riolu rubbed his palms together, before bracing himself. The water would most likely be cold, and he'd be risking some form of cold at the least if his idea was to work, but the temperature didn't deter him for long. After a couple of seconds, Seruru strode to the side of the water, and took a plunge beneath it, the blood coating his paws and eye suddenly rushing out to the surface and spreading, coating the water a sickly blood red.
Seruru broke the surface, panting softly, his body quivering in the new found temperature. Then his eyes were drawn to a cave mouth, where he could faintly recognize the flames of the Flickry, now a ghastly purple.
He shuddered softly, before rolling his shoulders, and hugging himself for warmth. "Hey!" he called, his voice echoing through the lower cave networks, and easily into ear shot of the Infected, "There's a whole pool of blood in here just for you! Come get it!" he taunted, before using his force palm to launch a cup full of bloody water out onto the surface, to lure his prey in... then he took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, before disappearing bellow the surface.