"Now it is time to decide the roles for the rest of us. I volunteer for keeping guard. What do all of you want to do?"
Ubao started out then. The fire fox turned his head away for a second thinking quickly how he can be of any use in a place like this. He felt useless and hopeless more now with other pokemon around him. More alone with these pokemon then he had been before he found them. The walls pushing against him again, suffocating, strangling him, and driving him to breaking faster. The tails flicker again from left to right in a furred grey wave, then sink to just above the ground. Was there anything he can do to be of use? he was weak.
"I can't feel any air currents. There are a few missing bricks but even I can't fit through them." the soft chirp in answer. He could have sworn there is something cleaner in the air then the voice and the other two there. His head turned facing into the dark hallway, ears flicker to movement. "Gross!" his head snapping back to the source.
"You're so gross thinking you can boss us around when you don't have anything strength you didn't take from others and you think you're the one in charge here?" there is was the metaphorical dagger jab into his heavy heart. literally staggering in step from the attack Hikirio growled. His rage flaring back up in a whip of cyan flames around his body. The flames licking at the air around him in a hot blue cloak. "How Dare you!" his voice growled in a deep guttural pain. The fire lashing out like a whip lighting up the room with no target, a wild fire storm. Hikirio had enough of this lizard who had done nothing so far then run, done nothing but ridicule him and the voice. A flame burst rockets luckily down the empty hall not targeted at anyone, lighting it up and burning the shadows for a second.
Padding closer to the lizard. " You're the one that's run away from us, you're the one that's proving the most useless. ALL that you've done is belittle Uboa and myself for what? you're enjoyment? you're fear? trying to make you're self look stronger?. You're really really starting a fight?" growling getting closer as the flames dance splashing him with hot cyan glow. Those years of pain with the humans burning to life, the need to fight rearing it's ugly head. His head paining a faint picture of that houndour in the pit, flash of claws and fangs, crimson splatter and howls of pain and agony. "Why should I listen to you?".
The flames lashing out again blindly into the near by wall staining it in black ash. " Then don't, leave, and die alone when those demons find you. When they do the last thing you will think of is that 'I should have accepted the helping hand of those pokemon.' As the demon rips you apart limb from bloody limb, then when you're a 'gross' stain on the ground then What? his rage flairs again before the flames die abruptly in a crackle.
" Fine you want to hear it so bad, am weak. I find strength in trying to help the good pokemon around me. Where I find my strength in someone like Uboa. I suggest you do the same" snapping his fangs turning on his paws back to Uboa. Clearly still heated in his self destroying hate for everything reignites. Walking by Uboa out of reach into the scorched hallway now masking the fresh air scent that he had found seconds ago. The attack against him leaving it's mark, like a fresh wound. It was gone now what ever had made the different smell, and the sound.
Was it another pokemon that needed help or one of those nightmarish demons creeping in the shadows. It didn't matter now, his hate the only thing he knew ripping him apart on the inside. No longer feeling alone feeling a reminding emotion eating him alive. ' There was something there but it's gone now. A different smell and a faint moment he simply pointed out more just saying his thoughts so the others if they choose to hear him.