The sudden clap on the back is welcome, some sign of teamwork throughout this mentally draining winter. Volcarona isn't one to show emotions, but seems to hover around the group in a content manner, before Natalie has to give her Pokemon a serious look. "One down, many more to go." That look is enough to tell her message: back to formation, lest they get caught off-guard during an early moment of celebration.
"I'm fine for now. Let's just keep moving forward. The sooner we can get the mission complete, the better off everyone will be." Yes, she doesn't have the physical strength of Blaze, but she keeps up at an acceptable pace, thanking her lucky stars that she actually had winter gear at the ready for this. The wide open space, with houses once occupied is an eerie sight, another reminder that human life once thrived here. Volcarona and Carbink both hover overhead, providing support and warmth as needed.
"Not really. This weather isn't exactly warm nor pleasant." Is it supposed to be a joke? She isn't offended, but just shrugs her shoulders and keeps walking forward. The light of the beacon is refreshing, until...The cry to reach for her radio cuts through the howling wind. Mines. Scanning the nearby ground, she doesn't see anything that looks explosive, but a false move will end in disaster. She raises one hand and has Volcarona move closer, grabbing onto the Pokemon and carefully returning to the skies.
Again, she's back on the radio, desperately trying to figure out what to do next. "Blaze! I think I have an idea, but I'm not sure what to do afterwards." Think long, think wrong. "I can have Carbink come down to you and shield the explosion, but after that, well..." The Guardian will need to come up with a follow-up plan.
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"I'm fine for now. Let's just keep moving forward. The sooner we can get the mission complete, the better off everyone will be." Yes, she doesn't have the physical strength of Blaze, but she keeps up at an acceptable pace, thanking her lucky stars that she actually had winter gear at the ready for this. The wide open space, with houses once occupied is an eerie sight, another reminder that human life once thrived here. Volcarona and Carbink both hover overhead, providing support and warmth as needed.
"Not really. This weather isn't exactly warm nor pleasant." Is it supposed to be a joke? She isn't offended, but just shrugs her shoulders and keeps walking forward. The light of the beacon is refreshing, until...The cry to reach for her radio cuts through the howling wind. Mines. Scanning the nearby ground, she doesn't see anything that looks explosive, but a false move will end in disaster. She raises one hand and has Volcarona move closer, grabbing onto the Pokemon and carefully returning to the skies.
Again, she's back on the radio, desperately trying to figure out what to do next. "Blaze! I think I have an idea, but I'm not sure what to do afterwards." Think long, think wrong. "I can have Carbink come down to you and shield the explosion, but after that, well..." The Guardian will need to come up with a follow-up plan.