Stormecho
Maelstroms amidst steel
- Pronoun
- she
Balia wanted to hit the Lucario with a well-aimed Flamethrower, and well - everyone else as well. But without her flames being perfect, she didn't think she could. "I'm sure you all will get along just fine without me then, if you think I'm so spoiled." she spat, already turning and look for an exit. Angry, and hurt that they had all turned on her so quickly... Oh, she'd get them. But right now, all that was important was that she stay angry, keeping her panic at bay.
They don't know what it's like. They think I'm useless! They all look powerful, even that mean Lucario. But they think I'm useless. All I get are useless flames, and a pair of wings. She seethed, focusing on feeding herself lies for the moment. Get angry... Anger helps you, makes you stronger... There was a song in her head - something about wings, which made her instinctively hate it.
They don't know what it's like. They think I'm useless! They all look powerful, even that mean Lucario. But they think I'm useless. All I get are useless flames, and a pair of wings. She seethed, focusing on feeding herself lies for the moment. Get angry... Anger helps you, makes you stronger... There was a song in her head - something about wings, which made her instinctively hate it.