Team Camelot
Persevering Spirits Safehaven

Seeing that they had received their instruction to leave, Arthur and his team began to leave the room. However, just as they were about to leave, a presence flicked against Arthur’s mind. He stumbled back a little, unprepared and caught off guard by the touch. Arthur reached out to find it again, but just as quickly as it had come, it was gone.

“Arthur!” Kay had reached out and steadied his brother when Arthur had stumbled. While he was unsure of exactly what had just occurred, he could make a guess. Arthur was extremely sensitive to shifts in the area around him. Given the perplexed expressions from some of the other members in the room, he could guess that something (though Kay was unsure what) had changed in the atmosphere around them, making itself known to those who could sense it in the room. “Are you okay, brother?” Kay asked quietly. Arthur rubbed his head and nodded.

“Yes, I am well. I was caught off guard by a shift in the surroundings, though I know not what.” Arthur stood up straight and shook his head to clear it. “We should be off.” Arthur turned to leave the room when he felt a tug on his cape. Arthur looked over his shoulder to find Mordred there, a concerned look in his eye.

“Maybe we shouldn’t go. I remember the last time something like this happened to you. It… it did not end well for you.” Arthur sighed in remembrance. It was true. Ferals were extremely cunning, whether or not people wanted to give them recognition of that, and there had been cases when they found out Arthur’s psychic type abilities were not only a strength, but a weakness. The last time they had been used against him by overloading his senses, Arthur had been knocked unconscious for almost a week. Lancelot had joined up with Rai’s team for the time to keep bringing in income, while Kay and Mordred stayed behind to tend to Arthur.

Arthur opened his mouth to answer Mordred’s concerns when suddenly what seemed to be a fight broke out between the Persevering Spirit’s beta and one of Team Firestorm’s members. Lancelot shook his head and mumbled something along the lines of “good grief”. All four members of Team Camelot had to wonder what possessed their leaders to allow Team Firestorm to come along when the temperament was not exactly a well kept secret. Lancelot found himself cringing at their behavior, as any chance of their receiving respect from the other safehavens seemed to be swiftly slipping away with each word that left the magmortar’s mouth.

And then, swift as a Ninjask, Arthur collapsed. The presence had resurfaced again, and while Arthur had been somewhat prepared for it this time, it was overwhelming to him.

“Arthur!” Mordred turned around and unsheathed himself when he saw the pokemon raise itself from the corner of the room. Arthur was in no shape to battle, and until he had the chance to adjust to the presence, his teammates would have to cover for him. Kay suddenly realized this must have been what was affecting Arthur. He snarled and expanded his wings slightly, electricity crackling between his antennae and flames leaking from his lips. He couldn’t do much in such close quarters without possibly injuring someone else, but if the creature got within range, he’d be ready to unleash his true power.

Lancelot, with his small size, was the only one to quickly maneuver away from his team. Upon hearing that this guy was a dark type, Lancelot clicked his claws together and leapt forward the legendary, he slashed the air, forming an X motion. Green slash marks followed and Lancelot shot forward towards the creature with an X-scissors.