Raucously Squawking

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Kestro rummaged through the bag in front of him, checking for the small amount of supplies his caretaker prepared for him. "Mmm, this should be enough," the young male said as he pulled his head out of the bag. "Are you sure? I can run back home and get more," a slightly smaller female Cranidos asked. Kestro chuckled, reaching over and patting the female lightly, "If you do that, it'll get too heavy to carry, Sis. Besides, it's just Pecha Forest. Everybody kept talking about how this dungeon is pretty safe for new explorers and young Pokemon to train."

The Lurantis with the moved closer, patting both rock types' head. "And if need be, Kestro has the Escape orb to get out in a pinch. Now let's see him off and get home. We'll have to cook up some dinner for our little explorer once he gets back to us. Both Cranidos pressed up into the grass type's petals, happily nuzzling into her claws before Kestro pulled back. "Alright, I'm off, I'll see you tonight!" he called off before slinging the bag over his back and trotting into the bright forest. His sister and caretaker waved at him as he disappeared into the woods before turning away, beginning their walk back to Grassveil.

The Zigzagoon seemed frightened by Kestro, standing in place as it watched it's partner be thrashed about. Dropping the bag from it's mouth, the Zigzagoon attempted to interfere with the Rock Type's Iron Head, tackling into him as hard as it could before firing another sand attack the very second it touched the ground, standing in front of the other Zigzagoon, letting out another Growl as if to brace itself. Hopefully, if it Growled enough, the attacks would be nothing but light taps. Wishful thinking, the Cranidos might not even give it another chance to attack. Hopefully, with the 2 Sand Attacks, the opponent might miss...the Zigzagoon was hoping for that chance, that way it might just be able to neutralize the Cranidos.

Kestro again veered off course from the tackle, just barely missing the now unconscious Zigzagoon. The Cranidos was done with the Zigzagoon as it sent another wave of sand and sound towards him. The saurian Pokemon buried his arm into his own bag, simply turning to face the two brown blurs in front of him. He knew that the Murkrow and Sudowoodo were behind him as he pulled a single seed out of his bag. Kestro tossed it into his mouth. There was a crunch as his beak broke the seed's shell, and then an explosion flew from Kestro's mouth and into the two Zigzagoon. His attacks might be diminished, but a blast seed's would be unaffected from the pairs' Status moves.

This wasn't just meant to drive back the Zigzagoon. With the Murkrow safely behind him and its bag now out of the Zigzagoon's clutches, Kestro knew he could go for a more drastic attack. His Iron Head and Headbutt were more than likely weakened enough to where Kestro couldn't depend on them for a quick victory. At least with his vision still stinging and blurred by the repeated sand attacks.

Energy = 9

The blast seed was definitely unexpected, causing massive damage and knocking the two Pokémon limp and unconscious.

Radar, on the other hand, was finally starting to regain some sense, gently moving about on the ground as his sight finally came back, a little bit of strength coming, too. Not enough to completely stand or sit up, but enough to adjust and cause a little bit of noise. His ears were ringing slightly, his head was still hurting, and everything just seemed so bright...Radar squinted, slowly trying to avoid sunlight as much as possible by moving his head—and, in turn, eyes—away from the sun. Despite sleeping, Radar still felt tired, like it was hard to find the energy to move at all... “Wh...wh-what ha-penned...” Radar quietly asked, trying to sound out the words he was going to say like he didn’t know them at all, which he did. Radar knew that.

Right...?

Kestro panted softly as he watched the two unconscious Zigzagoon for a moment, expecting them to try and catch him off guard and steal the Murkrow's bag. After a few tense moments, Kestro finally started to relax, moving to pick up what he still thought was Radar's bag and setting it down next to the stirring dark type. "Just some Zigzagoon trying to steal your stuff, how're you feeling?" the Cranidos asked. He still wasn't sure on what to do for the Murkrow other than try and guard him. It was clear to Kestro that he couldn't rely on the Sudowoodo to do much of anything useful, but at least it didn't try to harm the Murkrow or steal the bag itself while Kestro was focused on the Zigzagoon. At the very least, with the Murkrow starting to come to, Kestro's ordeal was almost over.

Energy = 9

The question took a little moment to process...that probably was a bad sign. "Nuh-ot...ver-ie good..." The Murkrow didn't feel like hiding the fact that he wasn't okay. That he felt like there was a foot being placed down on his head. That he felt sick, like he was going to throw up. That the entire world felt like it was spinning around and around with no end in sight. He felt dizzy, and probably staying on the ground would help. If you're on the floor, you can't fall when the world tilts. Than the bag. It didn't look like his bag but it probably was, he was having trouble focusing on anything. Why...? "What...ell-se...?" Radar remembered nothing since...taking someone's things...than nothing. Why he was on the floor with this Cranidos...his mind just drew a blank.

Kestro clicked his beak at the Murkrow's slurred words and unstable footing. "Nothing else, really. You rammed into a Sudowoodo by accident," the rock type said, "You should probably sit back down until your head clears. Do you have any oran and sitrus berries?" he added. He wasn't quite sure how well his words were getting through to the flying type. His responses were delayed on top of being slurred. At the very least the Murkrow's responses were simple, which helped Kestro from getting too lost in the mixing words.

Even so, Kestro decided he wouldn't wait for the Murkrow to try and find a berry, the Cranidos beginning to push his small arms into his own bag to fish out a pair of berries for them to eat. He'd lose a berry, but given their location, he'd hopefully be able to replace it fairly quickly.

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Energy = 9

The headache seemed to persist like every other time he'd take a blow to the head...Hiro was good for one thing, at least. All the Steel Wings Radar took...he was sure at least a few of them hit his head...he wasn’t sure, he didn’t really remember if it did happen. All his life, just...constant pain and a bad memory. At least it gave him a pretty abnormal pain tolerance just due to the fact that pain wasn’t new to him. Okay, maybe tolerance wasn’t the right word, he still felt pain. Desensitized might be a better word, Radar wouldn’t know, it was really hard to think. He just sat there on the ground, trying to ride out the world’s rotation. Had he ever felt motion sickness before in his life? More and more he felt like he was going to throw up as his tummy felt more and more uncomfortable and sick with each slow, calm, and gentle sway of the land and dirt he sat on. Maybe it would be better if he was on his back so he didn’t fall? The Murkrow slowly lied down—trying to focus on the Cranidos' words—because that seemed like the safer option.

It was like he heard the word, knew what it was, but seconds after he couldn’t remember. He remembered some words more than others, but everything still felt blurry and hard to focus on. He had heard the whole ramming into the Sudowoodo thing, picked up on the words sit, head, have, and berries. The rest seemed to go in one ear and out the other, not quite getting through to the bird. He was too focused on the fact that his head hurt and that he was feeling sick. This felt worse than pain to Radar...with pain, it stung and burned but that was it. Apparently hitting your head made you feel weak and sick with pain on top of it all. It still felt like some kind of dream that he was finally away from his brother with Yigo where no more pain could come to him...at least not of somemon else's doing. It still felt odd...different...wait... “Yih-go...” The bird muttered out, looking at the Cranidos, hoping he heard him.

He tried to sit up, struggling a bit to do so, but able to nonetheless. Of course, the world had to tilt so far to the right it pulled the Dark-Flying Type down to the ground with it, fairly hard. Luckily, he avoided hitting his head on the ground, wing and his soft, fluffy feathers cushioning the impact. The bird laid on his side, helpless, staring up at the Rock Type even though his eyes couldn’t quite focus, and yet he had to keep trying to get up. Maybe if he could fly, the tilting wouldn’t affect him. “Guh-ette Yih-go...” The bird practically forced out, unable to focus on the words to say and feeling like the more he moved and talked, the faster he'd throw up. That wasn’t a good thing. “Please...”

Kestro frowned as he watched the Murkrow mutter something out before slumping back over onto his side. The Rock type looked over at the Sudowoodo, who remained motionless still. "Don't suppose you have any ideas other than shove a berry into his beak?" he asked. The other Rock type simply stood there like a statue. Kestro sighed, "Thought not," he muttered. He dug out two oran berries from his bag, pushing one into the dark type's mouth and tried his best in helping him chew and swallow the berry. At least Kestro was able to stuff the other berry into his own beak easily, munching on it himself to ease the pain from his fight with the zigzagoon.

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