<span style="font-size: 15px"><b>Round Primary</b></span><br/><br/><i>Morning came as a welcome relief to the group of Pokemon trainers, the hours before sunset spent trying to recoup and recover. The native Yugen Pokemon reappeared at sunrise, their instinctual ties to the island having warned them of the coming calamity. Eleyna's Growlithe too reappeared, though never approached the group, stay well out of reach and quite content to keep to himself. <br/>
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The injuries faced by the group were not life threatening, and very few were severe - but no one escaped unscathed.</i><br/><br/><br/><br/>Eleyna shoved the rock aside and sighed, looking down at the shattered ruin of the Pokeball. That was the last one then, she assessed.  6 of the ten Pokeballs she had brought, destroyed. Eleyna sighed and hefted her pack, looking around. It was still a shock to her, looking around the mountainside. What had been a forest so dense that only tiny slivers of sunlight ever made it to the ground had become a clearing littered with the ruined trees that had once stood proudly above.<br/><br/>Eleyna ran her sleeve across her brow and squinted up against the sun. She stood, careful not to aggravate her ankle further, and started back up the slope toward the group.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">That's... all of them... then.</span>She said, struggling to get up the face of a rock. She sat down and unshouldered her pack, giving the others a looking over.<br/><br/>Naomi had probably fared the best of them, little more than scrapes and scratches, while Steven by far the worst. He had a tourniquet wrapped around his head, the result of a head injury he had sustained. When they found him in the night he was out cold. He had come to a few minutes later but had been advised to not move around too much. The camp had been obliterated - anything left behind crushed when a piece of the cliffside above had come down.<br/><br/><span style="color: blue">Six of my Pokeballs are gone.... half my food with them.</span>Eleyna sighed, though the loss left little impact. She hadn't had any use for them anyway. Her mother's Pokedex, however, was a casualty that she felt most keenly as she pulled it form the pack, careful to not damage it further. It had taken a series blow, the hinge on the cover broken, barely hanging on. It would power on, but the lights did little more than flash while a mangled voice stuttered.<br/><br/>Eleyna looked at Steven earnestly.<span style="color: blue">Feeling any better?</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>