Alyse didn't say anything once Destino was done with their barrage, and blankly stared at them with hurt, wide eyes. Their arms kept crossed over themself protectively, almost as if they'd been locked into a statue-like state.
A heaviness spiked in the air, even as the human finally took a faltering step back. And another, and another.
After that short bit of distance had been made, Alyse spun around and almost slipped as they careened past their tent, into the jungle.
A wild snarling boomed from the grimmsnarl that Destino had side-eyed.
Leylo outstretched his hair-wrapped arms and shot tendrils out territorially, which reached out like ariados limbs as they whipped the air to intimidate the disaster Pokemon.
The uproar was enough to draw out a shiny whimsicott from the tent, whose face was hardened with bewilderment. Behind Zuzu, the snout of a scared popplio peeked from the safety of the structure, watching as things unfolded.
A glowing pink energy begins encircling Leylo.
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