He certainly hadn't seen that one coming. Out of all the blood and pain the Weavile seemed so intent on delivering the fact that she would choose suffocation as her method of ending him seemed bizarre. But nonetheless here he was, his lungs struggling to bring in air when only cold filled his nose and mouth, the ice so tight around his muzzle not even a wisp of air could seep through to his relief. The Zebrstrika whinnied in fear as he felt his heart racing, his chest heaving rapidly as his vision tunneled, knowing for sure that he wasn't making it out of this one. As his vision turned to darkness his mind began to wander, reflecting over recent past and distant, the collective of his life seemingly unimpressive when compared to his death, he felt a angry calm wash over him.
His mind centered around one picture, a green doe bathed in silver, her eyes as she took in his beaten form and turned round to leave him to his fate. She left. Fucking left without so much as a word. After it was her fault he lost his eye, her fault that the Weavile was attracted to them, her fault that he was stuck like this....she had the gall to run for her own life. Bitch. He cursed her name and even as he felt oblivion reaching him Cassius knew he had one last thought to push out into the universe.'Sil...you traitor...I'll see you in hell.'
Kinah couldn't even move fast enough to block the ice that rapidly enveloped Cassius's face. He struggled and cried out in agony as the chill robbed him of his very breath. He struggled for a bit but she was more preoccupied by the Dark Pulse that suddenly swept her off her feet before a hand of pure bone wrapped around her neck and dragged her up. "Interfere ever again and I. Will. Kill. You."
the Weavile spat, Kinah glaring back tired yet defiant. "Fuck you..." she groaned painfully only to be rewarded with her head meeting a tree behind her and succumbing to the concussion.
She had no idea how much time had passed by from the time she was knocked out to the time she awoke but the pain flaring up as she tried to move certainly indicated to the Mienshao that she certainly was alive. Everything hurt, even her brain, but she struggled to her feet anyway. At first all she could make out where shadows, concern flaring in her as her eyes failed to adjust. She groped behind her and found a solid tree trunk, gripping it and pulling herself to a sitting position to lean against it as she tried to focus her sight. Eventually shapes started to become more apparent, trees and the ground, nearby plants and rocks, but most everything distant was still a colorful blur. The most curious being the large blue and white object sitting in the middle of the battlefield.
It took nearly an hour for her head to finally clear enough, the blood vessels in her eyes receding and allowing for more clear images if still a bit grainy around the edges. Kinah decided to try and get up, making her way over to the strange blue object to try and get a sense of her bearings. She didn't smell the Weavile anymore so she hoped the psycho had merely thought her dead and took off but still kept her hearing alert to see if there was any chance of the bitch trying a sneak attack. As she got closer to the blue object, however, the fighter stopped dead in her tracks and tears glistened freshly in her eyes. It wasn't some random ice attack that had been left from the battle....it was Cassius. Stripped bare of all flesh and tendon all that stood now was a skeleton wrapped in ice like a frozen statue. The only indication that it was her former friend at all being the multiple lacerations from the Weavile's claws and the deep gash over one eye where the roof had collapsed on him."Cassius...."
she whispered sadly, paw trailing down the face of the sculpture, silently apology feeding her tears as they fell down her cheeks to the ground. She was the only one left. Everyone else had either fucked off or was already dead and now she stood alone in the middle of a field of death. Again. Bitterness crept into her heart as she thought of Sil abandoning them, of the stubborn monochromatic horse and his bravado, of the ones who tried to help but failed. Why, again, was she the only one strong enough and smart enough to make it out? Why was she always alone when these things happened? Clenching his fist on the smooth surface of ice she pounded once, half-heartedly, but knew even if she did get him out there was no point. There wasn't much left to bury and the male always did pride himself on his beauty. Fresh tears burning again she pushed herself away, looking to the sky to the world turning orange as the sun dipped below the horizon. With nothing else to do and no one else to go on the fighter pushed forward, hoping the next place would be better.
But that hope was a bitter pill to swallow.