Pokemon World - The Lost Child

Lucryn: Day 14

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(Day 14)

The moon is high up in the sky, Lucryn feeling the world spinning around him, his entire body cold and then hot, unable to make up its mind.

Slowing his pace, Lucryn coughs, trying to stifle the noise and failing. A buzzing sound reaches his ears, uneasiness flickering through him at the noise.

Lucryn: Azrael, psychic, focus now.

Azrael raises his hand, white skin glowing a light pink, barely noticeable, the light flowing from Azrael to the surroundings. Only getting about three feet from Azrael, the light fades, Azrael huffing in agitation.

Lucryn: Calm, that was an improvement. This will take time.

Azrael continues practicing. This is Lucryn's first training idea for the little one. Using psychic not as a way to move things around, but as a way to sense the surroundings. Since Gallade prefers battling with more physical means, having a strong sense over the environment can lead to heightened reaction time and a better control of the battle itself.

Lucryn sneezes, startling Azrael who had cast psychic again. Azrael gives Lucryn a dirty look, getting an innocent one back.

Walking along, Lucryn let's half of his weight fall on a crutch he made out of a fallen branch. He has grown semi-used to the pain, but aggravating the injury and making it worse isn't necessary, so he won't push himself. With the break and his current pace, he estimated he'd make it sometime nearing noon tomorrow considering he wasted some time to rest, which may have been a mistake as instead of giving his body time to fight off the sickness, he only gave the sickness time to progress and worsen. Based on his temp, he's above 100 Fahrenheit and steadily rising. Allowing it to continue rising could be a problem, but Lucryn brushes it off for a later problem, like a problem for when he's lying on the ground half dead. At the moment he can still move, so finding ways to deal with his sickness is pretty low on his priority list.

Lye pops out of the shadows beside Lucryn, walking with him for only a moment before melting back into the shadows. Lucryn's eyes narrow, locking in on what Lye had subtly gestured at. 'Drat.'

Lucryn: Lye shadow ball. Azrael psybeam.

The calm order was swiftly given, Lucryn's ears now picking up on what Lye had seen, Ninjask, the ninja pokemon. The buzzing noise grew nearer, Lye jumping out of a shadow, a ball of shadows flying from his hand and slamming into the nearest Ninjask. A beam of psychic energy blasts into a few, tearing into some unfortunate trees, leaving wicked gouges.

Lucryn's already running once the two attack, leg throbbing, but his eyes are clear and cold, bloodlust trickling through them. Ralts appears a distance ahead of him, having used teleport on Lucryn's order. Azraels eyes shine with distaste at the hit and run tactic, but still follows through with the order. Lucryn jumps, grasping a tree and swinging himself up and into it. Clenching his teeth, he hisses as his leg rubs against the tree branch.

Lucryn: Lye number

Lye: 7

Lucryn: Azrael teleport within range and use mean look.

Azrael vanishes, not before sending Lucryn a message.

Azrael: This is not how I fight!