They did it. Owen had been successfully caught. So, as some people would say, mission accomplished!
Golden lights shone amidst the darkness, curtesy of gleams of Radiance and the lights of Escape Orbs. Once Silver caught his breath, he rummaged into his bag, ready to follow suit with his… his…
His eyes widened. W-Where the heck was his Escape Orb?! He should have packed one, just as he had been recommended, and… wait… did he
actually bring one? He couldn’t have simply
forgotten or
lost it, right?! He always had Escape Ropes with him, even back home, so how…?
The growls from the reassembling shadows grew louder. Now panicky, Silver dumped all his items on the floor, desperate to get out. Dread sank to the bottom of his stomach just as the last item fell out of his bag. Berries, seeds, an empty elixir… but no orb. There was… no Escape Orb.
No… escape…
Silver felt his throat tighten, his breathing quickening and his heart hammering wildly in his chest. There was only one proper way to respond to that situation,
“…Shit.”
Screw that stupid orb! He was gonna claw his way out of that hellish pit, instead! Instinctively, Silver dug his claws into the hard rock to try to haul himself out of the pit. He was a mountain Sneasel, dammit! He had to do it!
He couldn’t afford to not do it…
But he was too weak. His muscles protested as the stabbing pain from whatever curse those shadows placed to his aura shot through his body, and he fell back into the pit. Too weak.
He was too weak.
Silver yelled in frustration and punched a hole into the rocky cliff, then he turned back to the wave of darkness. A blazing fury burned inside his body, aimed at both at himself and the darkness, clouding his anxiety.
“I might be stuck down here…” he snarled, holding out his claws defensively. Golden and black aura swirled around his body.
“But I’m not gonna go down without a fight!”
At least I can buy some extra time so the others can escape…
That’s what a hero does, right?