Axel
Abandoned Power Plant
As his shoulder collided with the Typhlosion's cheek, Axel heard the loud, ear-shattering roar while tumbling onto the floor, nearly not enough energy left to even get to stand again. He stumbled as he backed ever so slightly, standing on all four while watching Alistair, his one eye halfly closed, a few trickles of blood covering up his fur.
He stared at the massive Pokémon as it's eyes shut, his body shaking, breathing and gasping for air. Axel was not sure what was going on, but he was afraid that the Typhlosion would stand up again. As the gem lost it's glow and the runes on his back did as well, Axel raised his brows slightly in surprise. Could he…?
Alistair's eyes then locked on Axel, and before he knew it, he had used his remaining strength to grab onto Axel's shoulders, the Raichu frozen in place as he stared into his eyes while the fire Pokémon slowly worked it's way further up. There was something about that look in his eyes that… didn't seem right. And then he heard it.
The tiniest whisper escaping the massive Pokémon, catching Axel completely off guard. It was easy to hear that he wasn't just saying this because he had lost the fight, and was badly injured. It was obvious that he meant… something more as well.
"Help… me…"
Axel stood still, his mind having gone completely numb as the smoke continued to billow through the building. Time was getting short, and he had to do something quickly.
I can't move him. There has to be something… I need to get some berries. There's a bush outside… but Flight… and…
His eyes shifted left and right as he desperately tried to come up with a solution. He couldn't just leave the Typhlosion here. It wasn't –his- fault that he was infected… and if he left him here, he'd have to do the same to Flight.
Remembering that he still had a couple of berries in his little cave-like area, which Alistair hadn't scorched, he wriggled free of his grasp, leaping over him to rush into the corridors of the power plant, eventually finding his way to his cave.
He coughed and wheezed as the smoke had spread quite far, the entire building nearly on fire. He quickly packed up the five berries in a small pack and ran as fast as he could, back to the room, with the pack in his mouth.
As he arrived, he quickly opened the back and stood up, beginning to stuff the berries into Alistair's mouth, knowing full well it'd take all of them to at least get him into a state where he could get out of here on his own. Placing his paws on his jaw, he helped the Typhlosion chew, rubbing his throat afterwards to help him swallow.
He stood for a moment, staring at the massive Pokémon, uncertain concern covering his face. He then cleared his throat, coughing a little as now both soot and blood covered his fur, speaking quietly.
"H… hurry out of here. I can't… I can't do anything else."
With these words and another stare at the mighty Pokémon, he turned around and dashed through the room, leaping up onto the shelf where he had placed Flight, worry painting over his features once again, lowering himself to grasp her by the scruff of her neck.
He then lept down, sending Alistair another short look.
… I hope he'll make it out alright.
He ran across the room, Alistair now struggling to get up onto his feet, Axel dashed past him and ran down the corridor, leaping from debris to debris, stopping at a crossroads. He glanced back at Alistair, looking at him as if saying 'This way' before dashing down the right corridor.
After a few seconds of running, he had made it out of the burning building through a rather large hole in the side of it. He didn't stop to catch his breath though, even if he was still staggering. He dashed off to the side, away from the flames licking out the windows and up the walls, running deep, deep into the forest, eventually finding a little cove with thick trees hiding it from most eyes.
He gently lowered down Flight onto her back, a small stream of water going by right next to the idyllic little hole in the woods. Looking down at her with his one eye now closed to prevent the blood trickling from his temple running into it, he lowered himself down to let his tounge brush out across part of her cheek (Which was obviously not the cheek sac part).
"Flight…? Flight, tell me you're… tell me you're alright. C-come on, don't faint.."