Kyusu "Kasey" Fuella Arashi
Gold Tribe
Plains of Valkaria
Sentry
Kasey leaned against the tree, gasping for air. Her chest was heaving with the effort, and she was almost certain she would pass out if she could not get a hold of herself. She could hear the battle raging back near the camp, and occasional flashes of light would meet her eyes as attacks collided. Even without being able to see the battlefield directly, she could tell that it was Hell just from the sheer noise of it all.
"Someone keep an eye out in case there's another group somewhere," Hanso said over telepathy, obviously speaking to the entire Gold Tribe in the area. She didn't even have the strength to try and maintain the link with Hanso to send him a message. So she sat there, fighting the pain as her vision began to blur.
A few moments later, there was a flash of light and Kasey noticed a tall, green figure. Her instincts told her that it was Hanso, and she had faintly gotten used to his energy signature thanks to the telepathic links that they had already shared in the short time that they had been traveling together. She tried to look at him, to get a more clear picture, but she was so weak she wasn't even sure that her eyes moved.
Through her blurred vision, Kasey noticed an orb of light form in Hanso's hands. After a moment it flashed and seemed to get bigger, leading Kasey to believe that it was heading towards her. She wasn't sure what it was that the Gallade would be doing, but she had known some members of the Ralts family in her time and knew that some of them possessed healing abilities. Granted, some were much more skilled at it than others. She had learned that, nine times out of ten, Gallade were not as skilled at it as Gardevoir or certain Kirlia. Regardless, Kasey welcomed the orb of energy as it enveloped her, seeping into her skin and flowing throughout her body.
After a moment, Kasey could feel her strength returning. She took one last gasp of air and her vision cleared, the pain in her muscles easing. She still had a splitting headache, but she doubted that would last too long. If it did persist, she would find ways to ignore it.
As Kasey stood, she noticed that Hanso had already disappeared, presumably rushing back to the battlefield to help their comrades, running on the assumption that his healing ability had worked. Kasey took no offense, as she understood completely and most likely would have done the same had the roles been switched. It had worked, after all, so she wasn't upset.
There was a bright flare in the sky as an object was launched high. It split into dozens of smaller fragments, bombarding the battlefield with its power. Kasey recognized it as some variation of the Draco Meteor attack, and immediately assumed that it was the product of one of the Salamence.
Once the raining of flaming stone subsided, Kasey ran back towards the battlefield. She froze at the edge of the forest as she saw a flash of bright, metallic red.
The first thing she realized was that the battle seemed to have stopped completely. The second thing she realized was that she was staring directly at a Scizor; the Sentinel, Sentry. He seemed to have been speaking with Vigil. Kasey only managed to catch the tail end of the conversation.
". . . Noctus?" Sentry questioned, looking at Zane.
"Oh. Him. So Noctus is his name. I never did learn his name. Who knows? I'm sure if you look hard enough, you'll find him." Sentry turned, speaking to Zane as he began to depart.
"Or perhaps not."
Noctus. Kasey remembered the name from the story Zane had detailed earlier. Her mind flew into overdrive as she accessed all of the things that Zane had said mentioning Noctus.
The best that Kasey could infer was that, Noctus being the supposed traitor that he was, Zane had probably questioned Sentry on his whereabouts, perhaps trying to confirm whatever suspicions that he may have had. The answer didn't seem to prove fruitful.
Kasey remained where she was as Sentry departed. The rest of the Gold Tribe seemed to be as stunned as she was, although her visage betrayed nothing of the affirmative.
"I'm way faster than that Arceus-forsaken prig," one of the Gold Tribe unfamiliar to Kasey, presumably The Swift, said.
"He is a disgrace to Scizor kind." Kasey looked at the Scizor, examining him.
"Where is our sister, the Ninetales? She fought bravely. I hope she is alright." Kasey turned to look at the green Salamence, Blitzkrieg, as he spoke. She was about to respond with the assurance of her immediate well-being, but the Salamence fainted before she could.
"Too much stress for his body, apparently," Kasey said bluntly as she walked back towards the group.
She turned her head back towards The Swift as she reached Blitzkrieg's form.
"Do well not to underestimate any of Sentinels, brother. Even if in anger, as that is the worst form. Arrogance will bring you nowhere."
Kasey instinctively placed her paw upon the Salamence's body, checking his vital signatures. His heart rate was high, as to be expected from a body that had just been placed under so much stress, but other than that, he was fine.
Kasey raised her head and looked around the battlefield. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Blood covered the area and bodies lay strewn across the grass.
"Would anyone wish to help me gather up these bodies so that I may burn them?" Kasey asked in a tone that wasn't so much questioning as it was expectant. She walked off without another word, starting on the task that she had assigned.