As Haymitch led the group towards the wall of rocks, Seneca lagged behind. He had absolutely no intention of helping, no desire to improve the situation of the company that seemed to keen to destroy him. No, the fox was beyond redemption. He had harshly dismissed the idea of staying in the victors’ good books, figuring that there was no point in starting now when they were already resolved to kill him. Everything was out in the open; there was no hiding his crimes, no denying it. If they thought it fitting he should die for his artistry, Seneca would make their existence up until then as difficult as possible.
He had no doubts that his newfound alliance with Lennor would assist in his goal. Hell, maybe
he could escape this thing altogether! It was hopeful, but Seneca remained keen to turn the tables on his tormentors. He
wasn’t’ the one to be tortured; the Zoroark knew his place at the top of the pedestal and was beginning the arduous journey of reclaiming his lost power.
Whilst the scheming fox followed at his own, particularly leisurely pace, Caesar trotted happily along behind the bulk of the group. He wore a small smile, optimistic that through a group effort, any obstacle could be overcome. And then, the obstacle in question came into vision. A blinking of the eyes would have missed the momentary falter in the Vulpix’s smile, yet he determinedly recovered. It was obviously a daunting task but Caesar’s mind failed to register the possibility of failure. Anything was possible.
Aireth seemed keen to prove it too, the female already marking certain boulders with crosses in what the fox could presume as only some sort of target. Caesar watched on with quiet fascination, his luminous eyes following her strategic moves until she stepped back to deliver her plan. "Okay everyone take an X and use whatever you have that would make a crack or a hole in that spot. It will weaken the boulders and with my Dig I can burrow through the weak points. They should collapse with a little extra...”
Caesar gave a short, celebratory guffaw; his features alighted with a newfound excitement to witness such teamwork. “That’s fantastic!”
He exclaimed, genuinely awed by Aireth’s quick-thinking. Whilst he thought it hugely unwise to mention how such planning reminded him of the Games, Caesar couldn’t shake the pang of nostalgia. As barbaric and cruel at the tournament had been, the contestants had been truly incredible – their traps, their methods and techniques had often proven awe-inspiring. Aireth’s own approach evoked old memories, she would have done well.
Catching his train of thought, Caesar was disappointed at the realization that the Games truly had corrupted him. He had found an amount of joy in the spectacles and it disgusted him at the fond reminiscence of such fan-favourites. Concealing his sudden guilt with an expertise gained from years of practice, the canine trotted forward to one of the smaller, more accessible boulders the Axew had marked. It dwarfed him regardless, a sparkly-blue speck aside the rock and yet he remained undaunted – determined to help. Yet he was limited. Of his moves, he could only think of one that may be marginally useful, the others being defensive.
As Caesar launched a Flame Burst at his boulder in a vain bid to help, Seneca had only just joined the group. He couldn’t work out what exactly they were trying to achieve other than wasting their energy. He gave a dismissive snort, instead thinking it far more fitting for him to take the opportunity to rest. The dark-type sat to the side of the great structure blocking the group’s path, cloaked in the shadows as he put his mind towards something more productive. It had been awhile since he’d practiced his illusions, instilled with a determination to succeed as he worked to recover his lost talent. They could prove particularly useful later.
(( Lol, my boys are so useless. xD ))