[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]The Battle Arcade || Evening
Cinder 129 || Faux 100
Faux couldn't tell if Mel's voice was small or if it was being blocked by the sound of her own breathing within her head. "A slow, weak tunnel, maybe a small Flame Burst."
Each breath was a gasp, a hard exhale compared to the shallow inhale that came with a sharp gasp of pain. Get it together.
She'd been through this before, but damn, did it not get easier. "Okay,"
she huffed, shifting one paw before stumbling and clenching her teeth as pain shot through her chest. "It's something."
Arry's distraction was enough to slow the Medicham, hindering her moments even further as she skulked up to the foxes. Faux could only hope it was also enough to keep her from hearing Mel's response.
Raising her tail's Faux roused her inner flame for anything she could muster. It fought, and she could feel the heat spreading throughout her core in the most uncomfortable way. Smoke billowed from her maw in a horrid cough, and as pain gripped her chest the fox thought she would go down. Luckily, her paws held true, fighting the agony as she stared down the Medicham. She wasn't in any better shape; scratches and burns littered her skin. Blood ticked down her arm from the grievous wounds she had personally caused, and the fox wondered how much more she could take as well. Her body had taken quite the beating, and physical attacks probably only made it worse.
Faux couldn't agree more.
As smoke continued to trail from her maw she knew she had do something else. Running, or anything close range would be a death sentence. Using Mel's last blast now would waste their trump card. If they could even call it that.. Faux could feel her heart beat quicken as the Medicham came even closer, and as the only plan she could think of the fox let her eyes take on a glow. Straining her mind she could feel
the power and distortion of her Extrasensory just in front of the Medicham that eyed her wearily. Just as she was about to snap her power a pain tightened her chest and forced a harsh wheeze out. With her focus broken the psychic attack popped prematurely, sending a shock wave outward instead of the focused damaged she wanted. The dual type stumbled, but other than an irritation upon her face seemed otherwise unscathed. With a narrowed gaze, however, she seemed to take the idea to heart.
Faux felt each hair along her pelt crawl as the Medicham clapped her hands together and let the same sort of glow coat her eyes. The ground shook, and debris all over from prior impacts began to shudder. Curling her claws Faux thought fast, and barked, "Mel, Dig, now!"
They were sitting Duckletts for the Psyshock, but if they could buy some time--
Cinder's eyes went forward and back between Miyu's face and leg. What could she do, where could she go? Guilt clouded her mind at cursing her own injuries and using healing supplies without a second thought. She needs it more than I did.
Would a Potion even help a bone in this condition...? Arry's wails dared to pull her eyes away but Miyu's voice was so pitiful. “I don’t want to struggle anymore…”
The corners of her lips puckered as Cinder's face twisted with pity. "I'm here."
She comforted her softly with the only words she could think of. "You're safe with me."
Her heart lurched in her chest, pained by the poor girl's plight. Would she even be able to keep her safe?
Looking stiffly at the fighting Pokemon Cinder was able to sigh with some comfort, "Thankfully it looks like everyone's too tied up to bother us."
Were they winning? Their was blood on everyones pelts and limps abound. This is nothing like the Empoleon.
If they managed to win, or at least come out of this, would they even survive..? That fear had to be pushed away as Arry bound up to her with another miracle being pushed before him. "Thank you, Arry."
She breathed, gratefully for his fortitude and help as she tore at the plastic with strong claws. It fell to pieces in her paws, and with a last rip Cinder had the vile clamped firmly in her paws for spraying.
With a deep, calming breath she inched closer to the kit's bad leg. Suppressing a wince she forced a smile, and spoke gently, "this might sting on something like this,"
before offering a moment to mentally prepare. After another breath she squeezed, letting the spray free and hopefully some sort of relief. When it died back she could only hope it offered some support like it had her. "Is Miyu gonna be okay Cinder?"
Arry's voice practically snuck up on her, but the question was enough to make her fur stand on end. "Of course she is,"
she responded quickly, refusing to consider anything otherwise. "I know she will be."
Again, that thought from before came back. If we make it out.. will we be whole? Will we survive?
Doubt pulled her gaze away from her friend. This had been her
idea, and now look at them. Even if they got out and by some miracle were all healed and healthy, they had gone through this pain, and that wouldn't be forgotten. The stress and torment.. it was the stuff that would be remembered in nightmares. "Am, am I a brave boy?"
Lifting her eyes up from the floor Cinder looked at the steel type with her mouth slightly agape. Despite it all their youngest was trying his very hardest. He wasn't sulking in the bog of doubt. "The bravest."
She cheered with a grin, feeling her own spirit lift.
((I can edit that out if you want Dazey. Regardless, its totally up to you what the potion does, if anything at all.
Only a few more rounds and it should be over.))