Trainer Palila Rae
Location: Route 203
Team: Dartrix (13/25) Staravia (9/17) Prinlup (0/25) Wingull (0/25)
Partner Pokemon: --
Items: 3x Pokeballs, Pokedex, Journal, Sketchpad, Poketch Plus
Points: 4 (+1 from posting) Posts: 32

"So TAKE the SHOT"

Palila watched with horror as the spindly 11 year old boy shouted. Marina clung and pleaded, Drake appeared out of the bushes and decided that now was the time to finally start fighting, but he was so ineffective that the man didn't even acknowledge him at all.

And then, they all witnessed murder.
The corpse on the ground was smoldering, letting off a horrible plasma/flesh smell.
Palila felt her stomach flip over, and bile rise up in her mouth.

"If you don't like these kids, we will take them off your hands..."

Palila's first instinct in most emergency situations was to act- breaking down was something to do later. She kept her mouth tightly shut.
Now was not the time for words.

She ran forwards, towards the horrible smell, towards Marina, who seemed to be next in line. Palila could hardly bring herself to look down at Williams corpse. Her brain was not ready for that reality yet.
Feeling as if she was in some kind of numb dream, Palila grabbed onto Marinas uninjured wrist, using Neiths grotle as cover. All her muscles were in overdrive- no pain, seemingly needing no air, maximum strength with every move.
It was the same vice-like grip Marina had just used on William- the same fear in Palilas eyes, if Marina looked at her.
But this time, they knew there was no point in pleading. She yanked Marinas wrist to the side as hard as she could, hopefully pulling Marina onto her feet and having the two of them break into a stumbling run towards the treeline.

As Palilas vision swung around, she was vaguely aware of a pokemon flying near Amy, protecting her, and Kinnies grotle still trying to rouse her trainer. Neith seemed to be shouting at her porygon too, but Tony was standing there like a stunned magicarp. Palila made a note to slap him on the way past to snap him into action. Sophie was nowhere to be seen- stashed away in the bushes.

We are going to die
We are going to die
We need to get away
We are going to die