Micheal smiled down at the playful seal pokemon. "Ice types; so rare yet so strong. That little one will be a force to be reckoned with when he grows," the King complimented. With a slight grin, he released his own pokemon. "Meet my pride and joys: Garchomp, Avalugg, Gastrodon, Amoongus, and Incineroar," he introduced as the light from his tossed pokeballs faded. The pokemon were all sleek, powerful, glowing with health, and had glares in their eyes. Espeon sighed in annoyance before getting off his plush silk pillow to stand with the rest of the team.
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Finna gave Spade a thankful look but the girl's concern couldn't quell her worry. Taking a deep breath, she made the plunge. "I know Angel has Hydregion and Gallade but that's all I know about his team. He is very, very sick and cruel. He sees torture as an art and not just physical torture; he loves mental torture more than anything else in this world.
"He is the reason Drusilla is as crazy as she is. Angel was tasked with recruiting her through any means necessary. From what I understand, she was good and pure; a woman dedicated to her faith in Arceus. She would have never been caught dead within a hundred feet of the order... so Angel destroyed her mind until, when she realized all she had left was him, she gave her life to him rather than her diety. She's one of the few I've actually had a conversation with and she's convinced that he did her a justice: granting her a new life with better meaning... that is why we can't get near Angel; this is what he does to people," Finna said. By the end of her explanation, she had pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Her head rested on her knees as she stared blankly ahead at the ground, her mind a million miles away.
She was broken from her stupor by by Asriel, who was holding out seven pokeballs. "We need to be stronger. If you want to better your chances of survival here, use these to grow your team," he urged her.
"Storm and I are fine," she insisted as Asriel shook his head. Taking her hands, he placed the pokeballs in them and held her hands around them. "Ground types, any pokemon with lightning rod or flash fire, most rock types, all but a few dragons... all of those pokemon block most of the attacks a Zebstrika can learn. You two are close because you've been through a lot, I get it. But may let a couple more faces into your family?" he explained his reasoning as he backed away, leaving the pokeballs with her. Finna looked to Storm for guidance; she wanted her little family to stay as it was, always. But she also didn't want Storm to be forced to take unnecessary risks. For her part, Storm seemed to agree with Asriel, her face implying that she would appreciate a little help.
"I'll...consider it," she conceded as she pocketed the pokeballs.