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Titania





Titania was relieved to see the enemy was defeated quickly whilst pincered between the two groups and without much injury. The pair they'd rescued seemed to consist of an overly armored fellow, perhaps to compensate for his evident lack of combat experience. Titania had never fought with a lance before but even she could see that he was holding it like it was going to spring out of his hands at any moment, a far cry from the casual strength that her father held his own weapon with. However more importantly, the girl next to him was wounded. Titania glanced behind her at Aldo's call out. Well between the approaching enemies behind her and her wounded ally in front of her, her choice was simple. Titania ran forward towards Viridia with her mend staff. "Let me help you with that injury, we're not out of this yet and we should help each other all we can."
Dawkin Trustram



Dawkin inspected the tomb as he followed after Amelia, making sure to pay attention to his surrounding lest any lingering Goletts sneak up on him. The building was massive, even though it was filled with large amounts of sand, a sense of the majesty that was once here could still be felt. Dawkin looked at the unfolding situation with some concern. It seemed the pair that had been captured came to a decision and one of them broke free, causing many of the Pokémon there to chase him, leaving Amelia and his companion. It seemed they also wanted to go deeper into the temple. Dawkin had a feeling Amelia wouldn't appreciate it if he tried to rescue her at the moment, despite the fact that this was the best chance to do so. Well with the lessened security it should be easy for Dawkin to keep tailing Amelia, and unless something else unusual happened that was just what he would do.






Dawkin Trustram



Dawkin paused to listen to what Amelia had to say. Was she sure? Dawkin was pretty confident that his strategy could wittle down at least a large amount of the Gollets if not entirely remove the ones in the area. Furthermore, there was the question of the people being kidnapped, which no one seemed to be reacting appropriately to. "Tch, I suppose you know your way around ghost Pokémon." Dawkin said reluctantly, halting his charge. "Wait, what do you think you're-" Dawkin said with some confusion as Amelia simply walked into their midst, intent on becoming a victim as well. What? Was that really the best idea. Dawkin sighed in irritation. Whatever. He would wait for a bit to see if there was any chance of him sneaking after her, around 5 minutes at the longest. If no chance presented itself he would resign himself to following after her via Gollet.






Titania





A thief? Perhaps it was the same person that had kidnapped Reina. But still, could they possibly hope to catch him while escaping from the town? Aldo was right, they had to keep the Fire Emblem safe. [color=Darkturquoise]"We can try to look at chasing the thief if we can get out of here, which is our top priority. Isolode, as usual, wasted no timing charging directly at the enemy across from them; though it was hard to tell if it had actually been her objective given her somewhat panicked cries, they still had to react accordingly. Titania would wait for Marwood to move forward, she didn't want to get in the way of his horse very much in these alleyways. She would move up to the intersection so she could keep an eye out for trouble as well as move up to help anyone in trouble.
Col Ward



Marque acted as though he hadn't even heard Col and Lorenzo found himself unable to control Merlin in the slightest apparently. "Fire? Whilst we're in the middle of a tinderbox? Don't-" Lorenzo called out to Col. Run? Lorenzo couldn't even get Merlin to move, how did he fancy his chances of running? Bastion had began trying to start a fire anyway, before Col could finish dissuading him. Fire? They were in the middle of a forest, in the center of a tornado of leaves. Wasn't the best case scenario them quickly burning to death? The glacial wind only made things worse, Col could feel his actions slowing with the bitter cold, barely noticeable, but perhaps enough to make the difference in a fight to the death.

Col stopped in his frantic thoughts as the leaves whirling around them suddenly drifted to the ground as though time had stopped, as though in response to the Wolfborn that had appeared on the edges of the clearing. He saw more than a dozen of them in the brief headcount he took. An impossible fight at best. One last leaf feel in front of them, and it felt like the entire world was watching that one little leaf. Even the chilling wind had stopped for a moment. When it peacefully landed the Wolfborn suddenly strode forward, crushing the corpses of leaves and people alike beneath them. Col was desperately thinking of what to do, his eyes roaming anywhere for inspiration, when they caught on a scar that one of the monsters bore.

It seemed that the creature hadn't taken kindly to his attempt to murder it, coming back with friends to finish the job. Still, it seemed missing an eye hardly even slowed the thing down. What did it take to kill these things? There was very little time for thought now, as Bastian's attempts to start a fire brought fourth a spark in the leaves as well as the Wolfborn. Well perhaps a fire tornado was just the thing in a case like this. Col to protect Bastian, gear ready to provide what pitiful defense he could in the face of the overwhelming force that opposed them. Bastian however finally managed to spark a flame, and it spread in seconds, whooshing out in front of them and causing the Wolfborn to pause.

If nothing else, it seemed these creatures had a severe aversion to fire. Col made a sweep of the situation. "Bastian follow me, weapons pointed at the Wolfborn, we're moving to that glowing rock." Col said, jerking his head in Marque's direction. "If we leave the fire we die, but better to burn all the flesh off a limb then lose it to these beasts." Col said brusquely and began inching, painfully slowly, both physically and mentally, towards Marque and his glowing rock.

Between the heat of the fire, the chill of the wind, and the dreadful gaze of the Wolfborn. Every step felt another step along the edge of a razor's edge, each one painful. The sweat dripping down his body felt like blood. His eyes were locked onto the Wolfborn, waiting to see if he'd stepped too far out, or if they would brave the fire to rip him apart. It took conscious effort to prevent his teeth from clenching together with painful force, too prevent any unconscious action that might cause him to slip in any way, physically or mentally.



tldr: Col moves towards Marque
Dawkin Trustram



Dawkin was pleased to see that he won the battles without much difficulty. "Good battle kid, see you around." Actually he probably wouldn't given that the kid in question appeared to favor hiding but... Whatever. The two of them moved along quickly, finding the remains of some sort of ancient looking structure. More importantly, there appeared to be a group of tents set up, mostly abandoned save for a group of Goletts and two people on the losing end of a battle. To Dawkin's astonishment the duo simply started talking about the situation as it happened rather than trying to do anything about it, which was just as surprising as the Goletts seemingly kidnapping them. Were they idiots or was he missing something? "I've got to help them." Dawkin said immediately and began moving towards the cluster of Goletts. Water gun would be his best bet for taking them down. Given Amelia didn't offer another course of action he would release Atlas, Wooper, and Tyrunt; with the intent of Wooper harassing them with water guns with Atlas and Tyrunt protecting her.






Col Ward



Col felt a weak sense of relief upon hearing Colley speak, but a greater sense of despair immediately after. He sounded so weak. Too weak. Colley tried to speak but Col couldn't make any sense of his words, something about a theater man and Marque. He didn't manage to speak anymore before a artic wind screamed through the clearing like a hungry pack of wolves, stripping away any heat, stealing away his breath, and causing an angry torrent of leaves to rise into the air. Colley's reaction was immediate, he began hacking up blood before suddenly stopping and falling back. Although Col couldn't medically declare the man dead, he could practically see the life leave his body. Col swallowed back the noise he was going to make upon processing this and looked around.

Somehow the wind was blowing in such a way that the leaves that it had kicked up had effectively walled Bastion and Col off from the world. Except for the bone chilling howls that were coming from outside. Col's brain kicked into overdrive. It sounded like at least one of those Wolfborn monsters were out there. If they were all Wolfborn they would undoubtedly die here, more bodies in the clearing. He absolutely couldn't fight without an offhand. No one else here was prepared for a fight either. However, loath as Col was to admit it, the equipment strewn about the battlefield could give them a better chance of surviving. Perhaps they could take advantage of this leaf storm too? It was impossible to know how the Wolfborn would react to it. Impossible to know many of them there were. Impossible to know all the factors. Impossible.

"LORENZO, MARQUE, GET IN HERE AND GRAB A WEAPON!" Col bellowed, fueled by a mix of frustration at his situation and desire to fix it. "Bastian that goes for you too." Col said as he shucked his battered shield to his feet and grabbed Colley's, along with a knife from the dead man's belt which he promptly stuck in his own. Not enough information. He didn't even know if they had heard him. Ideally they should find a tree or rock face to help them fight against what was undoubtedly greater numbers. And as long as he kept thinking of solution, even if he couldn't implement them, he could continue to believe they would survive this.

Dawkin Trustram



Dawkin considered Amelia's words. Although he considered battle to be the standard way of catching Pokémon, he had still only caught one of his Pokémon that way. She had a good point. Perhaps he should keep that in mind when he tried to catch his next Pokémon. Regardless, Amelia wasn't looking to battle, but Dawkin would feel out of place if he refused a challenge. "I'll try to take care of it quickly then. Alright kid, let's go down to it."

Dawkin would bring out Atlas first to combat, commanding him to use a slew of mudshots to bring down Koffing. Given that was successful, he would switch out to Wooper and have him use mudsport to reduce the effectiveness of sand attack and then use a salvo of waterguns to claim victory.






Titania





Titania, along with everyone else, looked at her tactician's stone as soon as she saw the house they were in wasn't in any immediate danger. Unfortunately there was no sign of the princess. Hadn't Rioga told them to protec Just a lot of enemies, and a few friendlies that were drastically outnumbered. How had the princess's kidnapper managed to get so far away so quickly? Or was he somehow shielded from the visions these stones offered? Either way, Titania felt haunted by the fact that they hadn't been able to save her. Hadn't Rioga told them to protect her? To think they had let him down so soon. They had to move on though, at least they still had the Fire Emblem."Marwood is right, we need to stick together, and be careful in these tight alleys so we don't get cut off from each other. Let's help who we can and escape as fast as possible. Remember our objective is to live." Titania advised, ready to follow after the two mounted warriors as fast as she could. Hopefully they wouldn't attract too much trouble amidst all the commotion, because being collapsed upon in between these houses would be catastrophic.
Sofia Stien - The Hideout


Sofia was a bit happy to find out that they were planning on doin something less... murder-y. Even if they were only doing it for other nefarious deeds, it made her feel better in the short term. She had snagged a carton of chocolate milk from the refrigerator and was slowly drinking it via straw as the group talked about the letter. It was kind of sad Heartloss was gone. It seemed people kept leaving the Jacks. Sofia hoped Thunderbird wouldn't leave her too. As that thought came to a close someone else strolled in. They matched the information in the letter, both in appearance and in name. Sofia glanced at her drink, surprised that it wasn't something for alocholy, given her lax attitude. Sofia stared at Allo's mask interested in the design. The only noise she made to accompany her gaze was the occasional slurp of chocolate milk going up the straw.
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