Rocket hadn't moved for several moments. The Gabite lay on the ground inhaled lungfuls of air as he fought to get his breath back. The noose that had tightened itself around his chest was beginning to loosen. Never before had he been so frightened; so close to death that he could smell its putrid stench.
After a while, he finally managed to get his mind back into gear and staggered shakily to his feet and observed his surroundings. Vladimir was motionless on the ground behind him, but the Ninetails had his crimson eyes open and was simply lying there. Rocket was about to tell him to get the hell up, but then he noticed that he had a rather nasty paw injury. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to walk properly on that for a while.
"No need to thank me," Rocket said as he hobbled past the motionless Ninetails. "Yeah, don't worry, you just lie there. I don't want a thank you. I only saved your life. It's no big deal."
Reaching the edge of the cliff, Rocket swallowed and forced himself to look down. He saw an Umbreon flying through the air towards him, but before he could question whether his brain cells were still intact, he saw Written fall and land roughly on a small, rocky outcrop a few metres below him. The Umbreon landed nearby, and Rocket paused to mutter a question at whether he was OK.
So we've got a Ninetails with a bad paw, a Swellow that can't fly and a Torterra in a river. Fantastic, just great.
Through his hard outer shell, however, the Gabite did feel a pang of remorse for Bass. The Torterra had willingly given his life so that they could make it across. And he had actually liked the guy, despite the fact that what he had done was a little ... stupid, although Rocket felt bad for admitting it.
The Dragon type was beginning to think that his brush-up against Death's hide was starting to eat away at his mind - he could've sworn that he'd just seen the Torterra hanging onto a log and floating a little further downstream. Wait ... it was Bass!
What the...? How did...? Why didn't he just sink like a stone? The size of him!
So it was just himself and the Amazing Flying Umbreon left available for action now, and they had two teammates to help out. Rocket turned to the Umbreon as soon as he had stood up and said: "Hey, you. My name's Rocket. D'you think you could help out Written while I ... go ... down there and rescue the big guy?" The idea of traversing such high and dangerous cliffs scared him a little, but he couldn't live with himself if he left Bass behind. He'd have to learn to get over his stupid fears. Friends were more important to him than blood pressure.
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