[attr="class","textbox"]They were plummeting, just like Petalburg's chances the longer this farce went on.[break][break]
For the second time this year, a titan laid waste to a place Isaac loved in the aftermath of Rocket's assault. Maybe Rocket was standing to fight it. Maybe they weren't. Who cared anymore? When Isaac had pulled
howard slayte from the brink of death, it had been with the hope for something better. Now that hope resembled his home, burned to the ground and smothered in sand.[break][break]
Isaac could only watch. He was a prisoner of his bonds and his limitations alike. The evacuation efforts, and his attempts at holding the Genesect horde back, left him barely able to stand. His home, his city, his world was reduced to ruins, and he couldn't do a damn thing to stop it.[break][break]
Even now, he found himself tempted to let go of Akero's back and let the wings take him. At least if he was lost, if he was away from his well-meaning sibling, he could run out there and do something. He had no idea what that something could even be, but damnit, it was something![break][break]
It had to be.[break][break]
The cry for help snapped him out of it. He wasn't the only one suffering here. Countless were, enough that it left his head spinning. But now, no longer treated to a bird's eye view of this war's true enormity, he could focus his efforts. He staggered after his sibling, hiding a hand behind his back as he pulled as much water as he could from within. If he could just bring the waters of life to bear, despite this blighted land and stagnant air . . .[break][break]
He wasn't sure if it was a relief or a disappointment when he saw that he didn't need to.
Georgette Bluebottle was tending to
jack wainwright.
El Sunderland and
Gunner Graves were holding him stable all the while. There were already all hands on deck present. Yet little did Isaac know that they were soon to be joined by another.[break][break]
Isaac felt Suicune before he saw them, their
Pressure equal parts comforting and maddening. Before Isaac could shout into the sandstorm, ask where the hell they'd been all this time, the piercing chill of the northern winds interrupted him. A
Tailwind followed in Suicune's wake, forming a countercurrent around the makeshift medical tent. At least within this dome of winds, the worst of the sandstorm would be repelled, giving all parties involved far more breathing room to work with.[break][break]
Suicune was doing the only thing any of them could do; their best.[break][break]
Isaac's frustration, the only thing buoying the weight atop his shoulders, melted away. Instead, as Suicune approached him cautiously, Isaac hesitantly flopped against the legend's side. Their presence was comforting, downright invigorating. As power flooded back into Isaac's body, he wondered just how much of himself he'd expended and how much greater Suicune's might must have been.[break][break]
If today had taught him anything, it was that in spite of everything he was still so small.[break][break]
Yet, as someone even smaller drifted from Suciune's back, it was clear that he couldn't let this stop him.[break][break]
jack wainwright's panicked thrashing gave way to a strange, emotionless look, one that barely fit the big-hearted man.
Gunner Graves and
Georgette Bluebottle weren't looking too great either.
Eris Halla, who Suicune had just handed to him, looked the worst off of them all. Worry, indignation, and rage festered in his gut, yet Suicune's presence smothered them down. There was still work to be done.[break][break]
With one hand on Suicune's flank, and the other grazed against the ground, the water of life began to flow into a small pool. Compared to the spring that he and
Navy had sanctified in the past, and the exertion needed to create it left even Suicune a touch dazed, but it would do in a pinch. Softly, gingerly, Isaac laid Eris in the pool, letting the waters of life wash over her.[break][break]
"Rest." Even with Suicune's presence to reinforce him, Isaac's voice was weak and shaky, as much a plea as it was a command.
"This pool won't last long, and we're gonna need all the strength we can get." As the shadow of the colossus loomed far in the distance, it was clear everyone would need to do their part.[break][break]
uMPSryUu[break][break]
TEAL DEER;[break]
Isaac, followed by Suicune, arrive at location N-4.[break]
Suicune uses a
Tailwind to isolate a small section of shelter from the storm; not much, but enough to let the medics work unhassled.[break]
Together, Isaac and Suicune create a pool of healing waters so the injured can rest and recuperate.[break]
All the while, oh man Isaac is feeling a Lot of things.
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