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[rivalis]

[ There's something ... detached about letting his pokemon fight for him. It's cowardly, a part of him thinks, but another part of him is okay with his role as the strategist between the two. He just needs to be able to keep up with Arcanine physically, make sure he doesn't give the canine any additional burden... and he should be good. Right?

He doesn't have much time to think about this either, not when danger's still pressing them from all sides; it'll be a conversation he has with someone else later, to figure out his role better and stop having that small part of him nag. Right now, the most he can do is dash with the armor on him, keep up with the freckled teen and the canine, providing directions when he can.

It's noticeable when the numbers of vengeful Neraki members decrease. It's like a breath of fresh air, almost - all they have to do now is get to the clearing, take out the last warriors that block their path - injure enough so that they can't follow. What happens when the entire forest goes up in flames and there's just charred remains in its wake is ... not something for him to think about.

Eventually, they do make it, somehow, despite having never worked with each other, Green's more or less surprised that they make a semi-effective team. It's not something he's going to point out so willingly however, when there's other priorities - like finding that idiot kid and his Charizard.

Luckily - the roar, coupled with the orange, make it extremely easy to spot the giant flying lizard. He's about to approach the other with some kind of words when --

He stops in his tracks, because he's familiar enough with an agitated pokemon to know that a wrong move mistaken for a harmful intent might mean a match spurring out in the clearing they don't have time for. He looks towards Red with concern, but he's also not about to get his head bitten off, either.

So, a happy (??) middle ground, then. ] Charizard! [ He calls the lizard before the boy, eyes locked on with the beast's as he makes his approach, Arcanine not too far behind. ] He's going to be fine, let him stand up. [ "Fine" is a broad term. ]

[gottacatch]

[ Charizard knows they're coming when they come, narrow eyes set upon them on their appearance and approach. They soften some, recognition obvious (and for more than just a brief meeting in a camp), but to the pokémon the safety of his trainer comes first and he refuses to relax entirely. With Green's gaze on him, he refuses to remove his own unless another sound catches his attention.

On the ground, Red's gotten himself picked up into a kneeling position, scrapes along his arms but nothing more serious than that which can be seen. The sound of Green's voice tilts his head back suddenly and Red stares at him (Green, it's Green...), an initial surprise being covered away his face blanching through the sweat and grime.

He just stares right into Green for that moment, before he spots Marco, and his gaze goes nowhere but his head lowers, a slow shake coming after.

And he'll step away, so they can see them the basket for themselves, going closer beside Charizard who puts an arm out around his body tilting his head to his trainer's, looking to see that he's fine. ]

[vonkrieg]

[When he sees Red standing there, removed for the moment from the backdrop of chaos, it strikes him just how young the boy is - a punch somewhere deep in his ribcage. He himself must have been around the same age when he enlisted with the military and thought himself on the precipice of becoming a man, but it's different now, seeing that number worn on another body, looking back and feeling aged beyond the number of years he's actually lived.

War is a heavy load for anyone's shoulders, never mind one who still has so much growing to do. (But then he, like so many children before him, would grow to adapt to that weight. Youth is pliable like that.)

As much as it is his instinct to rush up to the boy and the basket beside him, he waits for the curious exchange between Green and Charizard to pass. The two trainers seem to know each other, and he wonders about the animal companions each has at his side. Although Arcanine and Charizard are obviously discrete breeds, the way they stick closely to the commands issued by the boys - and the way they bend to their trainers' emotions - draws a connection between them.

The person (not just a body, a person) inside the basket is their top priority. As Marco moves closer, he spares a concern-heavy look for Red as he's checked over by the orange dragon, but his attention then points to the opening he'd sliced into the woven rope and vines.

The sight is startling all over again. His blood coalesces into a solid, frozen mass inside his veins. He chokes on the acerbic smell. He holds himself together because he must.]

We've got to get them to the medical area-- They can take care of [Him? Her?] them there.

[He doesn't say maybe. He doesn't think maybe.]