Small black paws scuttled quickly across the deck of the ship as blues eyes looked for a good place to hide. The Metagross, whatever that was, would be here soon and he wasn't supposed even think of fighting the thing. It was hard not to though. The Umbreon stops and hops a small distance, then pauses, and does it again. He could fight! Looking to one paw he watches as his tiny claws sheath and unsheathe themselves. They were counting him out before he even had a chance! With a glance back to the others through, planning and preparing themselves, he knows its better not to think things like that. Its better this way.
Making the widest possible ark he can Jacobi moves around the group and toward the opposite side of the ship. It should be safe over there, right? The rumbling gets louder until the steel type finally appears with them on the top deck. It was not a pretty sight with rust decaying its body and the horrid creak of its limbs as it moved piercing his ears. At one time it was probably magnificent or something, but being the Umbreons first sighting of a 'Metagross', it most certainly was not. He tried to move faster across the deck, tail down and making the slightest of sounds as it brushed the wooden surface, but stopped when his blue-grey eyes caught sight of something.
The creamy colored figures weren't moving, making them just as vulnerable as him. Maybe I can help! Bounding over toward them his paws make only the slightest thud. If the others continued to keep the undead distracted then he could try to nudge the scruffy ones away. With each smash of an attack or cry of pain he would flinch. You might want to hide. His small teeth clenched tight in an attempt to keep calm. If I can't fight at least let me help. He pressed forward.
His fellow Pokemon were all working together to defeat the undead. Well, almost all of them. Diana sat quite comfortably on the crates far to the side. It was like a drive-in up here. She could watch the others smash their faces in and not even lift a paw. She grinned, hardly able to keep her laughter in as the female dark type collided with the steel typed adversary. "Fuck!" Oh the look on her face was priceless. They were all battling, doing this and that, but the Flareon simply watched with delight. What a show, and to be the trump card! Her eyes near glowed with dark pleasure. They would beat the thing down then she would rise up to finish it. Hardly any work on her part yet the most rewards.
After a few more attacks her dark yellow gaze shifted along the fighting Pokemon and a small grunt let a puff of flames come to life before her. To be a complete dick now might not be the best plan. The Metagross shrieked its horrid metallic cry. Fuck you too. The sooner that thing was gone the better. With a shrug and a roll of the eyes the Flareon got to her paws, careful to conceal the majority of her form from view. "Fuck you, demon spawn." She spat under her breath as fire built up in her muzzle, soaking into the pours of her mouth with a tantalizing heat. With a hard thrust of her head Diana shot the Flamethrower toward the enemy, completely unconcerned if that was the Metagross or her 'allies". Due to the distance though it was impossible to tell if she was hitting her mark, the legs, under the glow of the flames in the dark night.