Shoka holds on tight, the ears of her disguise flapping behind her in the wind as Anasui speeds ahead. This might have been fun, actually... if not for the countless murderous vines.
Anasui makes a fair point. Where are they coming from? Shoka squints through the gaps between the reaching, serpentine shapes, searching for an origin point... But there's nothing.
"H—hell if I know," she replies, unnerved. "I can't see any—..."
Conrad makes a fair point, too. They are everywhere. Soon, they have the team surrounded, forcing them to an abrupt halt.
"I noticed, thanks!"
A pair of vines move to strike in tandem, winding their way toward Anasui's neck—and suddenly, inexplicably, Shoka finds herself thinking of Ayano. Ayano's Noise form, rather, and the vines she produced to subject her attackers to Punishment. There was only one way to get through it, when one member of the team found themselves cornered and trapped: the rest of the team needed to attack those vines head on, as fast and viciously as possible.
The memory stings—and then it makes Shoka angry. The rage puppets her upright, makes her release her hold on Anasui's feathers and take a flying leap at the vines approaching him, swinging her glowing tail-stick at them like a hatchet.
"Back—" Slice left. "—Off!" And another slice right.
She doesn't even expect it to work, really—and yet it does. When she lands on the ground before her teammates, the heads of those two vines land with her, lobbed clean off. What's left of them continue to writhe about in the air, but it's proof enough for Shoka: they can fight their way out.
A Mimikyu possessed, she dives right back in, wildly brandishing her claws and tail-stick. She seems intent on fighting all the vines off herself, using this as an excuse to let out what seems like a great deal of pent-up rage—but there's no way she possibly could. She'll need help.
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Anasui makes a fair point. Where are they coming from? Shoka squints through the gaps between the reaching, serpentine shapes, searching for an origin point... But there's nothing.
"H—hell if I know," she replies, unnerved. "I can't see any—..."
Conrad makes a fair point, too. They are everywhere. Soon, they have the team surrounded, forcing them to an abrupt halt.
"I noticed, thanks!"
A pair of vines move to strike in tandem, winding their way toward Anasui's neck—and suddenly, inexplicably, Shoka finds herself thinking of Ayano. Ayano's Noise form, rather, and the vines she produced to subject her attackers to Punishment. There was only one way to get through it, when one member of the team found themselves cornered and trapped: the rest of the team needed to attack those vines head on, as fast and viciously as possible.
The memory stings—and then it makes Shoka angry. The rage puppets her upright, makes her release her hold on Anasui's feathers and take a flying leap at the vines approaching him, swinging her glowing tail-stick at them like a hatchet.
"Back—" Slice left. "—Off!" And another slice right.
She doesn't even expect it to work, really—and yet it does. When she lands on the ground before her teammates, the heads of those two vines land with her, lobbed clean off. What's left of them continue to writhe about in the air, but it's proof enough for Shoka: they can fight their way out.
A Mimikyu possessed, she dives right back in, wildly brandishing her claws and tail-stick. She seems intent on fighting all the vines off herself, using this as an excuse to let out what seems like a great deal of pent-up rage—but there's no way she possibly could. She'll need help.
"Get—outta—my way!"