Outside of Mt. Pyre|Late Night
Thorn snarled angrily as the bolt of energy went flying past her, singing the tips of her fur as it passed. Her needle-like hairs stood on end and crackled with electricity, but despite her bravado Thorn really wasn't looking for a fight. She was just sick of this whole mess. But she couldn't let the others know that. Couldn't show weakness. Better they thought she was ready to fight.
"...lest they leave you a blubbering heap of meat for that swampert back there to feast on while the rest of us escape," the Blaziken concluded with a dour expression. Thorn hadn't even been listening, but she was still righteously pissed off.
"Excuse me for attempting to figure out how to stay alive," she hissed. "If he cares more about a corpse than a group of survivors, that's his own problem. But I don't want to die because one of the most powerful Pokemon on this island is off blubbering over someone who's already dead
If the Lucario had been there, would she have been so brave? Probably not
, Thorn mused. But he was off staring in the direction of the eventual sunrise, and she honestly didn't give two shakes of a tail about this whole mess.
"We need to get away before that thing finds us," the chicken Pokemon continued, and Thorn heartily agreed. No way she was traveling with these Pokemon more, though! Putting the electricity still crackling in her fur to good use, the Jolteon zoomed off down the forest path. She left only the smell of ozone and a feeling of irritation in her wake.
[OOC: Sorry Thorn's such a jerk, guys. You know she secretly loves all of you deep down. ;P
Also: are we allowed to come up with our own random Infected Pokemon attacking? Or is it only the ones controlled by other members?
Also also: Happy New Year!]