"I never said you had to be a servant, that's only if you really want to live and don't have anything else to give me," he explains. "Come on, all of you. You have five minutes to decide and bargain before I digest the lot of you."<br/><br/>Celeste shrieks in fear and pain as her shop goes up in flames. "Help! Help! I'm under attack! We need water-types, fast!" she shouts loudly, shooting out after Eric and trying to dodge the rest of his orbs as he throws them.