#positivesurge

Bolt squeezes harder, but maybe that's a reflex from being tugged on his ponytail and not actually a response to her comment.

Making a happy squeak from Bolt’s squeezing him, Echo then replies “That’s good to hear!” in response to his answer. It almost felt like a long while had passed since they last interacted, but that hadn’t been too long ago, now that he thought of it. Then, noticing the slight blush of Bolt’s, he grins mischievously.

To her senses, it was just.. It was just rude! It had been horrible! So she had let them have it.

Even someone as shy as Ivy could have a limit. And she had reached hers, and she had given them all a good stern talking too. The problem is though, these bullies were Zarude. And she was supposedly in their territory, even though she had been passing through and kinda investigating the place. She had heard of the rejuvenating waters and as an alchemist and healer, she had been interested. Then she had seen the Zarude, and where they lived, and well. Things went downhill from there.

Now she was wrapped up in a cocoon with a lot of other Pokemon who were just as scared as her as the Zarude, offended someone had given them a talking too. A talking too that they had never really been subjected to hear because anyone and everyone else was scared of them... Except her. In that moment.

Now she was scared as they did their best to beat away at layers of petals that protected her and others from their anger!

Their combined screaming was admittedly quite loud. And she just hoped they would soon be bored... Very much hoped.

The forest had been ringing for half an hour with the roars of Tyranitars going at it with... something.

Sparks of electric blue shot around as something was thrown to a tree, but the figure managed to correct itself, wings beating wildly and landing with a dull thud with the shoulder leading to the three.

There was a dull crack as the bark and wood caved in. The figure had managed to slow itself down, but only just enough to give injury.

The armor the Pokemon wore seemed to have helped protect it.

The figure itself stood at 5'5 in height, with wide wings, raven black hair, odd armor and a mace in its hand. Most importantly, it was shooting off sparks from its form, and eight ethereal tails seemed to whip and last out as the figure roared at a large group of Tyranitars.

Blood dripped from the strange figures, or rather Umbreon's brow and lips. One eye glowed a horrible hostile red, while the other glowed a bright yellow.

His fur seemed to be as alive as the electricity around him, giving him an almost artificial look.

Why was this figure fighting these large and dangerous Pokemon? To explain that, a small story had to be told.

There had been a group of large Pokemon that had moved into the forest. At first things seemed to be fine, but an occurring issue happened. These Pokemon, the Tyranitars, had become increasingly territorial and hostile to anyone, and it had resulted in a few deaths, and disputes that had destroyed a good portion of the forest where many Pokemon lived.

Afraid, and desperate, they had asked for help. The figure fighting them had offered his aid without much of a demand for payment. The ones living here were desperate and afraid, and he had wanted to help.

He had tried to negotiate, but things had gone quickly out of hand.

Bolt doesn't waste time, going to hug Polaris instead.