Great boulders slammed onto the green, grassy ground like evil rain and its pelting raindrops. On that very same area was where Blurm once stood, bounding away from the droplets of the rocky menace before them who was accompanied by a quaint other. Possibly a key, but there was not time nor energy to think about it.<br/><br/>Striveled coattails waved behind Blurm's rump like battered flags. Blurm themselves were just as exhausted, and they were pretty agile by default. Panting from their nonexistent mouth, they used just a tad of their psychic key energy to cease the fly of a rock destined to kill in midair while its source snarled in frustration, preparing another offensive. Watch now, they thought as they focused. They scanned the area, occasionally gazing back at Spirit, their lock partner, to see if she was alright. As for them, Blurm was sucked of power and motivation to continue. This fight was getting sickening.