It's a feeling that hits deep in her gut, that resonates shrilly in the back of Sophia's mind, but in the chaos of everything around them, it's just one more noise in the background on top of everything else. Instead she turns her attention to directing the flow of evacuees joining from Waver and Raine's groups as they flow along the streets. A task made easier when you have pokemon to aid you. Both her own bulbasaur and pidove assist: vine whips from Elhaz preventing anyone going the wrong way (or too close to Sophia), while Wunjo picks out clumps of humans and pokémon to lead towards Ninetales Vale.
All they can do now is keep running, and pray. Pray that the blessings of the Gods amongst them are enough, that their presence is enough, pray that their prayers boost the power of those Gods present. But pray all the same.
A prayer interrupted by the flares of energy from the sky - ones with no discernible source. But that right now doesn't matter. What does matter is that people scream, steady evac turning into a mass panic, and Sophia turns as Ahri cries out, eyes widening in horror as the ninetails-shifter launches herself up at the flares. And falls.
No! A yell, one hand flung forwards, outstretched as though to reach her - but what can she do? She cannot fly, and none of her pokémon can aid here--
--and something twists within, represented by a brightening around that extended hand in green light. In the distance, at the cracked base of the towers, earth and stone rumble, before two thick vines break free and fire up into the air, stretching as far as they can as they were commanded. They curl around one another, wrapping into a mini-tower of their own, before the vine whip points extend to try and catch the falling Ahri. Or at least buffer against injury from the fall -- not that they'll last at all if hit with one of those bolts, or falling debris from the remaining tower..
Back on the collapsing street, Sophia sways, turning her hand to stare at her empty palm. She's suddenly exhausted, everything she didn't know she had put into that...whatever that was. Elhaz wraps his vines around her waist with a yelp of concern as she sinks against a broken wall. ..i feel sick.. is a thought she didn't intend to share, though it won't carry further than to the parties closest to her.
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It's a feeling that hits deep in her gut, that resonates shrilly in the back of Sophia's mind, but in the chaos of everything around them, it's just one more noise in the background on top of everything else. Instead she turns her attention to directing the flow of evacuees joining from Waver and Raine's groups as they flow along the streets. A task made easier when you have pokemon to aid you. Both her own bulbasaur and pidove assist: vine whips from Elhaz preventing anyone going the wrong way (or too close to Sophia), while Wunjo picks out clumps of humans and pokémon to lead towards Ninetales Vale.
All they can do now is keep running, and pray. Pray that the blessings of the Gods amongst them are enough, that their presence is enough, pray that their prayers boost the power of those Gods present. But pray all the same.
A prayer interrupted by the flares of energy from the sky - ones with no discernible source. But that right now doesn't matter. What does matter is that people scream, steady evac turning into a mass panic, and Sophia turns as Ahri cries out, eyes widening in horror as the ninetails-shifter launches herself up at the flares. And falls.
No! A yell, one hand flung forwards, outstretched as though to reach her - but what can she do? She cannot fly, and none of her pokémon can aid here--
--and something twists within, represented by a brightening around that extended hand in green light. In the distance, at the cracked base of the towers, earth and stone rumble, before two thick vines break free and fire up into the air, stretching as far as they can as they were commanded. They curl around one another, wrapping into a mini-tower of their own, before the vine whip points extend to try and catch the falling Ahri. Or at least buffer against injury from the fall -- not that they'll last at all if hit with one of those bolts, or falling debris from the remaining tower..
Back on the collapsing street, Sophia sways, turning her hand to stare at her empty palm. She's suddenly exhausted, everything she didn't know she had put into that...whatever that was. Elhaz wraps his vines around her waist with a yelp of concern as she sinks against a broken wall. ..i feel sick.. is a thought she didn't intend to share, though it won't carry further than to the parties closest to her.