Yellow - Pika heal

In the ring, Shinnok had been unable to peel Pika from his chest. The yellow rodent crawled around, avoiding his grasp, electrocuting him when it could find space, but made the mistake of crawling over Shinnok’s amulet on his belt. A snarl of will, a burst of power, and the amulet exploded in a powerful ray, directly onto Pika’s tender stomach.

“PIKA!!” Yellow screamed, watching in horror as the blast consumed her friend in red light. A smoking heap fired off of Shinnok’s hip like shrapnel, falling out of the ring and into a snowdrift. Kitty swooped close, and Yellow withdrew her injured Pokemon into its ball, and as she felt it return she understood the extent of its injuries.

Pika was alive, but in worse shape than Yellow. Burns across almost its entire body, barely any flesh on its stomach keeping its insides inside… Pika had seconds to live, if that. Focusing every scrap of power she had into her healing, she felt bones knit together again, fur regrow, muscle regenerate. She could heal him, undo all of this gruesome damage… but it would take time. Time Shinnok wouldn’t offer her. She couldn’t think about the fight, not when so much was on the line, and yet exiting the fight was the last thing that would cross her mind. She felt Pika’s mind, understood his endless agony, felt it mirrored in her own wound, and Yellow felt a rage like nothing she had known before wash over her. She was filled in that moment with… not bloodlust, not vengeance, and somehow not even hatred. No.

It was determination.

The remaining Pokemon burst from the balls as Yellow nursed her injured Pokemon in one hand and her injury in the other. She glared at Shinnok, who watched the spectacle with such amusement that it only stoked the flames further. She broke her concentration, stopped healing Pika’s extensive injuries just long enough to issue her command.

“Stop him.”

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Round 2, FreestyleKneepad