Those two words froze Starling’s erratic heart. Breath caught in her throat, the Absol’s reactions were keen as she leapt to the side, just as a true monstrosity emerged from the sands. The moth looked as if it had been dragged straight from hell. Writhing in flames, the creature was truly hideous as the canine found her calm charade crumbling. The stench was already making breathing difficult, her body tensed as she suddenly found herself lost in her own growing fear. Never in all her years on the force had she looked upon such a creature as this – it was terrifying. Starling was only thankful that she needn’t face it alone.
“Move!” The grainy voice reminded her of her current situation in a battle-ready team. She didn’t argue, darting to one side as she felt the warmth of both Harrow and the moth’s flames dangerously close. Skidding in the sands, eyes wide as she struggled to regain her natural calm, Starling found herself stood aside the Sawsbuck – his face the very definition of calm. It acted as an incentive, her own youthful face growing serious at the reality of the situation. Fear was the first step towards defeat.
Harrow, following the example of the tin mask adorning his face, seemed void of emotion. He was at a type advantage, struggled to reach top speeds in the ever-shifting sand beneath his hooves, and yet an air of silent confidence overwhelmed him. Of course, he was rational. He knew the odds were stacked against him, but he need not fear – Harrow had nothing to lose.
Convinced Starling could keep herself safe having snapped out of her initial terror, Harrow’s attention swiftly fell to the Ekans. Having watched fearfully alongside the aging female dragon as the Ninetales darted into the fray, the serpent still wrapped about his neck, the Sawsbuck was undeniably considered for the reptile. Thus far, she was the only creature who hadn’t expressed a desire to eat him, even going to the lengths of defending him as the group discussed his fate as a meal. He owed her a hoof of assistance. Giving Starling a firm nod, Harrow turned deaf as she realized his intentions.
“Harrow! Wait!” Hooves carrying him agilely, if a little clumsily, to the Ekans’ side, Starling and Harrow took up positions either side of the gargantuan insect – a natural tactic from their police work. Of course, it wasn’t quite as necessary given the size of the group and their blatant physical capabilities and as a result, the Absol was growing fearful for her partner’s safety. Damn it, Harrow… She stared at him past the Volcarona’s form, hoping that his bravery wouldn’t bring about a premature end.
Lowering his head to the mound of sand concealing the Ekans, Harrow spoke softly, calmly, despite the chaos raging about him.
“Got your back,” Hoarse words running together, he flashed the creature a half-hearted smile as his attention shifted to the immediate threat. Despite his identity as a grass-type, the deer boasted a collection of ranged attacks which would provide a sight more useful in this situation. Aiming a powered-up Thunder Wave at the monstrous undead, Harrow was beginning to think it might take more than one of the powerful bolts to render the beast entirely immobile.