Yellow - Shot in arm

It was so quiet. That, more than anything else, had caught Yellow off-guard.

No, not quiet- the crowd had been so loud. Amongst their roar, the thunderclap had gone unnoticed. Even if it hadn’t…

Yellow felt something white-hot pierce her right arm, like she’d been struck with a glowing cattle prod. She looked down dully. Why was her sleeve so shiny? She touched a hand to it, and it came back slick. Why was it wet? She frowned softly, sweat beading on her brow. Why was there a hole?

Then she fell.

“WHAT?!” came a chorus of shouts from her side of the ring. “YELLOW?!?”

Danny’s eyes tore away from his fallen ally just in time to see Shinnok return the revolver to his manager. “I’ve never been one for firearms,” he mused acidically. “Too brutish, too impractical, too graceless. It lacks the power or the spectacle befitting one such as myself.” At his command, a skeletal hand erupted from the ground and guided him into the ring, while a second lifted Yellow from the mat and held her up for Shinnok’s appraisal. She was awake, alive, but barely, and her unfocused eyes trembled as she bit back pain that washed over her in a tidal wave.

Shinnok smiled, pleased by the suffering, and traced a fingertip along her pale cheek, pushing her chin up to meet his eyes. “So delicate,” he purred, “Yet so resilient. I wonder- what would it take to break you? What horrors could I inflict upon you to make you beg for death?” His eyes moved past her, to her teammates. “Or upon them?”

Yellow tried to say something, but she was barely there. Still, her Pokemon obeyed. In a flash of red light, Pika burst from the ball, latching on to Shinnok’s chest and unloading a powerful jolt of electricity before the immortal could respond. Shinnok stumbled back, unable to give the command for the skeletal hand to crush Yellow’s frail body, and in that moment her other Pokemon sprung into action. Releasing themselves, Dody and Gravvy helped remove her from the hand and make space for Kitty to pick her up and drag her into the sky. The jolt of ascension rocked her from her daze, and while it did little to undo the gunshot wound in her arm, it brought her mind back into half-focus.

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Round 2, FreestyleKneepad