[ Pikachu you little punk this is not the time for your attitude--
The chill spreads through the space, and the sound of battle is more deafening in Green's ears when he's not the one part of the fight. There's some form of an idea of what's going on, but Green doesn't - can't - turn his head to see the spectacle that's taking place. It doesn't occupy his mind to anyway, his head already filled with the urgency of the situation, and his frustrations at unfulfilling them. He needs to get to his pokémon, put them away, get up onto his feet and do something.
But that's impossible, with his body to the point of exhaustion. That outstretched arm is motionless by the time Pikachu scurries over, but there's still a quivering rise and fall to his body, a scrunching of his eyelids. He's not dead, and he's still somewhat conscious -- but only barely.
Have fun with your battling please keep it away from this side of the room thanks in advance, wake me up when September ends. ]
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The chill spreads through the space, and the sound of battle is more deafening in Green's ears when he's not the one part of the fight. There's some form of an idea of what's going on, but Green doesn't - can't - turn his head to see the spectacle that's taking place. It doesn't occupy his mind to anyway, his head already filled with the urgency of the situation, and his frustrations at unfulfilling them. He needs to get to his pokémon, put them away, get up onto his feet and do something.
But that's impossible, with his body to the point of exhaustion. That outstretched arm is motionless by the time Pikachu scurries over, but there's still a quivering rise and fall to his body, a scrunching of his eyelids. He's not dead, and he's still somewhat conscious -- but only barely.
Have fun with your battling please keep it away from this side of the room thanks in advance, wake me up when September ends. ]