[ti]spawn[/ti]Blessings of The Hunt VIII

"Do you hear something?" Tuesday's cat ears twitch, her attention being grasped by a noise that breaks the usual soothing sounds of the Steppes (it's mostly wind and distant thunder, honestly)

<'I don't have ears, child.'>

"Tsk, don't be like that. I know you can hear it."

<'...It's coming from the right.'>

There it is. Tuesday doesn't say a word, she doesn't give Tyrfing some snarky response, but she does reach for the Honedge, a hand resting on her hilt's pommel as they walk in the direction the noise is coming from.

There has to be something else close by, right? Surely there must. Tracks... a noise... a burrow... something.

Something like the marks on the ground that soon catch Tuesday's attention, right in a spot where grass no longer grows. Yes, it could have been any Pokémon's doing. A Mareep, a Blitzle, a Ponyta, and hell, even a Doduo or a Nidoran, but as per usual, she's always hopeful that her hunt will bring her to a Duraludon's whereabouts. The Steppes' greatest prize.

She follows the tracks even when she's not sure what created them, mostly out of curiosity and in part because she sure does hope to find a Duraludon. It at least beats walking in one single direction, without anything to guide her, right?

So, Tuesday walks, always having Tyrfing close by her side — ready to reach for the Honedge if there's a need to do as much.

Here is Domino again: another day, another visit to the Steppes, another walk interrupted by the sight of Tuesday fighting yet another Duraludon. Did she ever leave?! Good fucking lord, it's always shocking to see how hard power gamers work. Well... they're referred to as power gamers for a reason, no?

Domino sighs, and with a smirk tugging at her lips, she stomps out her cigarette and approaches the Alchemist.

"Would it be wrong to assume you'd welcome some help?" She asks, but this time, when she releases a Pokémon with the click of a Pokéball, what appears is a roaring Charizard that immediately joins the fight with his fire. Balerion always loves a good fight.

The assumption gets a chuckle out of Domino, and even though the battle is taking place oh-so-close, she leans against the nearby spire, watching as Balerion digs his claws into the Duraludon's metal hide and attempts to lift it up.

"I'm not. I was just going for a walk, but thanks for being willing to share the spoils." She smiles, her hands resting in the pockets of her jacket. As per usual, she doesn't even consider joining the fight.

Just as they had agreed, Domino had gone to the shrine to make sure Balerion gets healed up, which had taken her forcing him back into his Pokéball because he refused to leave the fight.

Truth be told, had she been on her own, she wouldn't have come back to the Steppes, because fighting Duraludon is damn annoying, but she can't just leave Tuesday hanging, can she?!

So, she comes back, and when she does, Balerion rushes towards the Duraludon the moment he sees it, roaring with anger and flame.

"Your turn. Don't worry, we'll hold it for you." Domino tells Tuesday.

Of course she makes a dramatic entrance. While watching the fight, Domino can't help but laugh and shake her head, once again leaning against the same spire.

Balerion is too focused to pay attention to anything Tuesday and her Pokémon are doing. In his eyes, this is his show, and he sure as hell intends to prove to Domino that he's meant to fight and not be the healer she usually makes him be. Who does she think he is! He's fire and dread! All should fear him!