"I know how to fight. But I prefer not to. W-what pokemon are we fighting?”
Rodolfo emitted an unintentional whine, eyes firmly glued to the venusaur as each of the group piped in on their battle experience. He noticed a certain fear spreading through the survivors, both Eris and the togepi subconsciously moving closer to his form. It was strange. He’d never considered himself a figure of authority, let alone someone to be respected at all – but with these survivors, he was trusted, admired. It touched him, but at the same time concerned him. What if he couldn’t live up to their expectations?
His attention flickered between the now active togepi and the infected in the distance. The little guy had recovered from his previous state of fear and was now mingling about the group, introducing himself as ‘Nicholas’. Rodolfo smiled kindly down at the creature, nodding his head in greeting. He hoped there would be a chance for a more formal, in depth introduction once the grass-type was dead. “It’s a venusaur, Eris,”
The charizard had almost forgotten the dragon-type was blind, feeling a surge of guilt for not alerting her of the details of the danger sooner. He sighed, bracing himself. He took a step forward, trying to zone into the world of battle, completely engrossing himself in the life or death situation. However, before he could approach the infected any further, another voice had him jumping out of his skin. "I have a little experience. My name is Bryant. I thought you might like some help against that behemoth.”
Rodolfo spun around to face the newcomer, another type of dragon-dinosaur creature that he didn’t recognize. His shoulders fell, relieved that Bryant was offering his assistance rather than proving another threat for the team. He smiled appreciatively.“That’d be great,”
Rodolfo flicked his tail, the flame intensifying slightly. He wasn’t like most charizard - that was a well-established fact – but fighting was in his blood. He’d been ruthless in his youth, but when he’d learnt of his dishonor on killing the weak, he’d attempted to put his battling days behind him. With the epidemic, Rodolfo had had to revise this vow. “I’ll try and keep it at a distance for now. Don’t feel pressured to help, just keep safe,”
A weak smile emerged. Whilst he would probably struggle to bring the beast down alone, he didn’t want to force his companions out of their comfort zones. Their safety was the most important thing to him, and if that meant sacrificing his own, then so be it.
Returning his attention to the venusaur that had managed to advance a good few meters towards the group, Rodolfo’s expression hardened. On closer inspection, the creature was hideous. Its skin was flaking, revealing gory patches of diseased, rotting flesh. The charizard flinched slightly, the beast opening its gaping, bloody mouth where the limbs of past victims still clung to its fangs.“Come on, Rodolfo. You can do this,”
He muttered to himself, his claws trembling slightly. There was no denying the charizard’s fear. But he had to prove himself – he had to show he was brave, useful. With a deep breath, he emitted a harsh flamethrower directly at the infected.