Devon Corporation Building || Noon
=-= Dominic / Quicksilver | Forest east of Rustboro City & Devon Corporation Building 3F | Post Count 20 / 27 =-=
Wayfarer was still trying to clear his head of the anger when Seth replied. "The Psychic type remain a mystery to me, even to this day. If I weren't in this condition, I would go as well. But seeing how Dominic handled himself before with that Scyther, I try to be confident that he will be all right. Let us just hope that he is not too late...""He is going pretty quick. He has to be able to rescue Nazo, Seth. I just know it...."
Wayfarer replied to Seth, nodding not only to reassure Seth but also himself. "I just know it. Just an accelgor's intuition. Soon we will have Nazo back safe and sound, and this event...."
he slithers back from the window breach, taking a moment to look up to his friend. He makes a small attempt at humor, to try and ward off the looming pessimism. "....will teach us to be more wary of windows."
Wayfarer drew his gaze down to the ground in front of himself, as a spell of concern disturbed him. He knows exactly why Seth is so sorrowful, and Seth's earlier words were not lost on the accelgor. Seth was experiencing the pains of leadership. Well, he will not let his friend carry such a burden alone. With calm tensity, he returns his gaze to his friend. "Seth, those people did not leave because you are a bad leader. You are a great leader, Seth, greater than even the Humans were, and you are doing nothing wrong. We all know how hard it is in the Epidemic: It's difficult to say goodbye when your last day on earth could be tomorrow. Jolt, Vera, and Vanguard probably left because they lost someone. Just like you found me, so they too want to find their friends. Rene was taken because you and me both failed to save him. You are not the only one who will be carrying the burden of leading this team. I'm not the best leader, but I will do my best to help you in any way I can. Even if it just means I'll be giving emotional support."
Wayfarer's posture was naturally unexpressive like it always was, but his speech was strong with kindness and willpower. He meant every word as each was said, and hoped that Seth would be strengthened by them.
=-= Dominic =-=
The skarmory was irritated by the eevee's constant wriggling. It took him too long just to corner the kit. But once he did, he hungrily lunged down for the first delicious peck. Yet what he tasted was not gore but dirt! Confused, it lifted its head up to see that the eevee was completely uninjured. He had missed? Again, he tried to start his feast. But as his beak slammed down once more, his head glanced violently to the side of the kit and he tasted earth once more. He lifted his head up again, his rusty feathers spread in fury. He drew his head back far and prepared to strike the kit for sure this time. But as his eyes reached over his back he noticed there was something standing behind him. And it was angry. So angry, the skarmory could sense
it. That was all he could think about before the dark creature grasped hold of its head telekinetically and began to bend the neck backwards towards its breaking point.
Dominic was angry, alright. He felt all of his negative emotions from finding that note in the basement pool into his attack, compounding his already intense anger at the bird nearly killing Nazo. The bird tried to kick and turn itself around to attack as he bent its neck further and further over its back, but it could not do so. Maybe Dominic was adding an unecessarily high amount of power into this attack, since this skarmory's armor was actually rather brittle from rust. But who cares?
While the steel upon the bird's neck remained undamaged, it did creak and bend irreparably. The beheeyem's enemy was even trying to screech for help, but it could only give a keening gurgle as its neck was now bent one hundred-thirty degrees parallel over its back.
After he had beeen satisfied that the skarmory had experienced enough damage, Dominic used a single downward thrust of psychic power to force the neck to snap. With the kill having been made, he dropped his psychic grasp. Falling upon its side, with its left wing fluttering out spastically a few times, the skarmory then gave a final low squawk and died.
Dominic sighed repeatedly in fatigue. That attack was a little over-exerted after all -- powerful psychic attacks were nothing that he was not used to, though. Dominic thought that was the end of his and Nazo's troubles, but they were not: More screeches could be heard from the forest around him. He could count two or three individuals coming in fast, no doubt having heard the death cries of their fellow undead.
He looked to Nazo, and warned him. "Nazo, stay there. Dom here will take care of these birds and then I'll get 'ya back to the others. Just keep safe 'til then."
The trio was closing in fast, and from multiple directions within the surrounding trees. They must be small but agile if they can close the distance so quickly. In foresight for the upcoming battle, he prepares the psychic energy needed for a Trick Room.
(( OOC -- He will not activate the Trick Room, note. He is just planning
to do so, in not knowing that Carter is coming. ))