Floaroma || Midday || 7
Sabitsuki opened her mouth to shout out in warning to the Sandshrew she loved as if she were her biological sibling, only for Sister to be attacked by a Gloom from nowhere. Clenching her jaws, the Weavile's eyes grew brighter, ready to launch an Icy Wind at the drooling plant attacking her friend.
However, before she could launch it, a weight barreled into her back, the attacker also yelling out a loud screech, knocking her forward onto her face. She spluttered, spitting out leaves and dirt, caught off-guard and out of breath from the sudden astonish. She turned her face around, her eyes catching a glimpse of purple fur and a hand-shaped appendage. Before she could get up, the pokemon bounded back, its small, purple-furred paws digging into her sides in a tickle attack. Sabitsuki writhed in response, swiping in the air at the Aipom sitting atop her. Its grin suddenly became more maniacal and darker, and the nails on the small paws began to dig into her sides, scratching through the black fabric she wore.
With a small hiss of pain, Sabitsuki's claws began to glow a dark purplish blue, and she swung upwards with a well-aimed night slash that dug deep into the Aipom's shoulder and hurled it off. The Weavile scrambled up, looking around, panicked. She saw Harley wandering off, fighting off other infected, and Sister being attacked by several Vileplume. The Simisear looked like he had energy to keep fighting, but Sister had looked hurt ever since she first arrived at the flower shop. With a quick blast of icy wind at the Aipom's paws to stop it temporarily, she rushed to aid the Sandshrew.
With a low growl, she tackled the slightly larger Vileplume, ripping at its flowery head with another night slash. She saw and heard Sister yelling at someone, but barely registered the words. Blood was pounding through the Weavile's ears, her focus solely on the Vileplume. She felt drawn into the excitement of fighting, almost absent-mindedly clawing at the grass and poison type. Suddenly, a cloud of yellow-mustard colored spores burst out of the mutilated flower on the Vileplume, right into Sabitsuki. She jolted back to reality with a cough, and almost immediately she felt her left arm go numb. However, without a moment's hesitation and a slight grin, she raised her other arm and brought it down in a powerful, purple-aura'd slash, ripping out the rafflesia pokemons stomach.
She stood up, her left arm still tingling, standing by Sister's side. The Weavile's eyes were more sharp and colder, and slightly narrowed, but not without a slight shade of glee. She turned around so that her back was facing Sister's back, right claw held out in a fighting stance.
"Let's get this mess cleaned up, shall we?" she sang, as a couple more infected, including the Aipom from earlier, surged from the bushes.