Farore shrieked at the top of his lungs as it came closer. Luckily,
with the shielding of both Bri and Fyssi, the attack didn't hit
him, so he was pretty much fine. Unfortunately, the same could not
be said for his mother or Spiri.
Bri also took quite a bit of the attack. He just let out a short
gasp before he fell, in front of Farore, onto his front. He wasn’t
unconscious but he sure as hell was on the verge of it
He landed, his Burst Form still intact. He began to make sure Spiri
and Fyssi were unconscious. If they so much as tried to attack or
get up, he blasted them with Psycho Cut.
Spiri and Fyssi were spread decently apart, Spiri, having hardly
recovered from her last battle, was still conscious, but was in no
way fit for battle, so she pretended to be asleep and didn't risk
moving. The amount of pain she was experiencing surpassed her own
pride in this case, and she knew she'd lost.
The adrenaline-fueled mother lugia, on the other hand, was a little
bit more daring, taking the psycho cut with a wing and growling at
her attacker, murder still on her mind. Her insanity, added to the
OPT motherlyness, caused her to care a heck of a lot less about her
condition from the dark nova.
“Your going to die from those injuries.” His voice was cold. It was
the truth. If she continued to fight him, Especially in his Burst
Form, the wounds would turn lethal “I will heal you. But you must
give up.” Dusk explained. She didn’t pose to much of a threat in
his current state.
"Huh. I could care less right now." She was hardly listening to
him, hardly thinking. She wanted to throttle him. Wanted to
kill something, anything, to feed her hunger for blood.
Farore freaking out was hardly helping, the little thing starting
to shake terribly. Thing was, if he had only been knocked out, her
insanity would have eased. "Maybe you simply overestimated your own
attack."
Bri slowly got up. He tried to comfort the little guy but..he also
considered letting Fyssi go one her rampage. It was a coin flip
either way... he sat close to Farore
“....” She cared for the child right? He prepared Hypnosis, and
teleported above her, throwing the attack at the baby Lugia. He
didn’t want anyone to die, or he would have gone full power.
Farore screamed as he was seemingly attacked, looking away and
stumbling backward. "No!" He cried out, hopping away from the
creature targeting him, pissing off his mom, who was clearly
misinterpreting this.
Fyssi beat her aching wings into the air, ramming into Dusk, claws
grabbing for his neck once more, trying to draw out blood or choke
him somehow. "Stay away from him you moron!" She had barely payed
attention to the attack, and of course she took the opportunity to
try and kill the predator
She fell right on top of him, managing to dig her claws in enough
to break the skin a bit, but nothing more than that. She did manage
to hiss in his ear, genuinely scared for a second what he'd do to
her kid, but couldn't really do anything else. Farore whimpered at
everyone falling around him, and cowered in the corner, hoping Dusk
had forgotten him.
“No injury will befall him” He managed before he hissed in pain.
His Burst Form broke away as he lifted the Lugia off him, using
recover on her to make sure she didn’t perish from her injuries.
Then the realm broke away as he walked to Farore “I’m not here to
hurt you child.”
He backed up. "Go'way." He mumbled, staring at his mother.
Honestly, he wasn't listening, his senses were screaming 'Scary!'
at him, and he couldn't stop shaking. He could tell Spiri was still
conscious, and felt sorry for him, so he started to make his way
toward her.
Mean while, a certain Mew had awoken, and was staring at Darkrai
with an unreadable expression. An emotion that hardly ever came to
her was overwhelming Meka, and to be fair, she welcomed it, as it
was justified. He better be happy now.
Faroe ignored him, but all he did was sit beside Spiri and nestle
under her wing, trying to hide himself, earning a soft sigh from
the Reshiram, and she hugged him closer, figuring it didn't
matter.
Meka turned her head away from him with a snort, glaring around the
containment unit, silent for once. I need to get out of
here...how? Pfft, this is Team Rocket, of course there's a way
out... she thought while starting to paw at the edges of
whatever this thing was.
Dusk walked up to both of them “....Reshiram. I know your awake. If
you cooperate, I’ll heal your wounds and I won’t knock you
out.”
“Don’t even think about it Meka. If you try to escape your going to
get a very unpleasant shock.” Akuma vocalized. Escaping from this
chamber was nigh impossible. He could faze though walls. He and a
few others were exceptions.
"Shut up!" Meka snapped at him, and proceeded to ignore his advice,
not really listening to anything he said. This is what he wanted,
right? For her to leave him alone?
Spiri grunted in response. "I wasn't planning on moving..." She
practically whispered, barely audible. "Unless you hurt Farore,
obviously." She opened her eyes and gave him a stern look, getting
bold for a second. [i]You better not be planning anything..[i] Of
course, she'd heard what Dusk had said to him, but wasn't sure just
how sick the shadow boy was, so she was ever cautious
“What’s wrong little Mew? Didn’t have pleasant nightmares?” In all
honesty he was shocked by the Mew’s response. Had he finally broken
her happy go lucky demeanor?
He placed a hand on Spiri “Recover.” He healed most of her wounds,
before using Psychic to pick up Fyssi and Bri. “Just remeber if you
try to escape, I’ll drag you back into my realm.” If he had enough
power left to do that.