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Sleeping. Be it luck or a curse given who she is the creature was sleeping. She hadn't seen one face to face before but the name was on the top of her tongue. That didn't matter, what mattered was that she didn't know where she was or what was going to happen next. If it woke anything could be the answer, if it slept she could make a gettaway.

That posed troublesome as well. She had no way of knowing what time of day it was and going out in the middle of the day could be just as detrimental to her as staying in this cave with the furry beast. Her pokeballs were not at her hip like she expected. Panic should have been rising but Isra did not comprehend that emotion like most would have. The lack of an obvious defense instead fueled her with rage. Pair that with the aching in her skull and it was not a good mix.

Immediately her hands turned to fists and slammed them into the grass bellow her. "Shit, fuck!" she tried to shake the pain out of them, stupid and like a child she was already headed towards a tantrum as she was inclined to do in situations like this, especially when there was no one there to see her. Undeniably, she was the wrong person to get kidnapped by an Abomasnow and survive.

Even worse was the fact she was most likely on her own. She doubted anyone cared enough to come. She clenched she jaw and pushed up to her feet. Instead of walking away from the source of the sound she walked closer to it. Definitely not the person that should have been kidnapped.

If here was something in the distance she didn't know if it was her nonexistent rescue team or another pokemon. Frankly, she was more consumed with how she was going to go down swinging than being rescued.

FERNANDO SILPH

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There is an echo on the cave walls that tells her something else is coming and whatever it be she is soon to be surrounded. Should it be another of whatever beast is in the distance then she is royally screwed without pokemon at her side. She stumbles as the cave floor grows rocky and reaches for her aching skull again. She's thinking too much and clenching her jaw too hard. She breathes. She curses Arceus in her head.

Scanning the floor she looks for something loose that she can pick up, some sort of defense but all the can find are pebbles and pebbles mean nothing. Not that anything else would really help should the pokemon further in be anything of notable size. Still, Isra would take a bat to a Gible if it made her mad enough. It was something her brother used to scold her for.

"Fear is good, it keeps you alive, it helps you not be stupid. Fuck that. Fear was a weakness, if you can't face it head on you don't deserve the chance to face it to begin with.

Furry ignited she picks up the largest of the pebbles. She'll aim for the eyes.

FERNANDO SILPH

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She had no time to react, only to roll with the plan being put in front of her. A hailstorm in such close quarters was well beyond a lone human and even she had to admit that. She was already falling to her knees when her rescue arrived and she moved closer to the charizard, giving him a silent thank you for the warmth against the storm, gently touching the pokemon to acknowledge him. She is vaguely aware of the lobbed pokeball, uncertain of what else is in the distance but feels a moment of delight when the creature that emerges is her own.

Her fingers reach her lips and the whistling is loud and urgent, conveying to the dragon that there is no time for play right now. feisty but obedient the pokemon gets himself into a tizzy, all worked up and ready to go when Isra whistles again and covers her ears. The dragon opens his mouths and lets the cavern carry his hyper voice to the Abomasnow. The sound is deafening within the cavern and much to her continued bad luck, one of the wild pokemon does not seem to mind.

Unable to see the wild one through the charizard she does not see the ice shard it is lobbing while its fellow pokemon is impaired. She motions for her Zweilous to cease his attack, unable to allow it to continue for long in the cavern and hopes the rest of the party can take advantage of the disruption.

FERNANDO SILPH

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It does not take her long to process that regardless of what exactly was occurring there was more than enough force against the ice types to finish this quickly. The whistle is sharp to even her ears but that is enough to register with the Zweilous who understood well enough. Shifting into position the dragon would go headfirst into the fray- ignoring the array of attacks being tossed between the larger pokemon and dragon rushing the closest abomasnow. Isra knew the pokemon's tantruming way would lead to another use of hyper voice much closer to the wild pokemon now, once again debilitating the one it could affect and leaving the other open to Fernando's pokemon. IT pained her to not have have a more strategic move but the dragon was the only one that never fully listened to her (so of course it would be him Fernando had found). The best she could do was predict his responses and make use of them.

That didn't matter though, she doubted there would be much need for anything more out of her dragon with what the battle must now look like. And frankly if it wound up passed out from an abomasnow attack she didn't much care. The dragon was more a thorn in her side than a help.

FERNANDO SILPH

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She couldn't care less what Fernando is saying. Despite how she despises the unruly zweilous there is something special about him that the man could not begin to understand. The barrage he is suffering is expected but that does not mean Isra seeks to prolong it any more than she ever has. Such sacrifices are a game that the two of them have played for a lifetime already.

Isra is already up and seeking the previously thrown pokeball and ignores him until it is in her hands and a finger is pressing the button to return her dragon to his place. It does not matter what damage he has suffered in the mean time as she is certain he will survive without a problem. He has been through worse. It is only when he is safe and the pokeball sits in her hands that she turns to the man that has been her rescuer. She should be thanking him but her tongue is not feathered and soft like a woman's should be. It is quite the opposite.

"Fuck no! I feel like my head should be bleeding there's fucking fatass giant pokemon attacking and now it's kind of getting fucking hot in here because you're trying to set everything on fire."

she would say thank you later when she was no longer pissed that the situation had happened to begin with.

"Not to mention! I don't have any other pokemon but this asshat and I swear if it is daylight out there I am going to scream."

the look in her eyes when she looks up at him is pure fury, but it is not at him. Isra is rarely mad at anything in particular, no, she's furious with the world.

FERNANDO SILPH

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"Oh go fuck a cacnea." is all she has to say in response to his sarcasm. She knows she should be thanking him but he's the one who made the mistake of asking if she was 'okay' instead of asking for thanks. "Like you'd be in a good mood if the positions where swapped."

She whistles something low as she walks away, it's a command she does not use often. The hope is to draw her pokemon out of their balls to make them more easily found than simply seeking some sort of red splotch but she doesn't make it far before the lack of one specific answer starts to eat at her. It's important.

"Seriously though, is it daylight?" she half turns to him, glancing over her shoulder. The look on her face has changed to something of much deeper concern. If it is... her choices are slim.

FERNANDO SILPH
>>nah I don't think she wants one at this point.