"So those are the fuckers attacking people..." It's a statement that falls on deaf ears, as Natalie holds tight onto Volcarona. She's done flying before, but this is an intense ride that would send inexperienced trainers to the ground. But she's spent years honing her skills, and this is the time to showcase them. Noticing that the gunfire has stopped is a boon, but seeing the shadows scurry along the rooftops is bad. Reinforcements are coming.

Quickly, with one hand, the radio is grabbed. "Blaze! What are they weak to and what is the best position to take?" Her eyes drift to Carbink, smiling. "Stay close, Carbink. I'll need your help." The rock Pokemon cries out with a gravely cheer, then hovers close to Volcarona, who slows down upon sensing that the shots fired have receded. They have some time to breathe for now...

A soft pat on Volcarona's back, still hovering lightly over the ground, now closer to Blaze's position. "If they're going to hide in shadows, them I'll burn the shadows into nothingness." Natalie's eyes shift from Blaze to Volcarona. "Keep dancing, girl. We'll show them our fire soon enough." The Pokemon chirps, still collecting wisps of energy around its form.

Patience. It's a weird feeling for someone so reckless like her, but Natalie has learned a lot this winter about survival. Here's to hoping she puts that experience to good use.