[The answer is expected, but it feels like a punch to the gut all the same. Rindo's ears flatten against his head, mirroring Gladion's fronds, as dread grips his whole body all at once, a merciless vice.
The implication is obvious. This form looks like it could be easily subdued if the worst happened, but appearances can be deceiving and Rindo doesn't trust himself with something this critical.
…It doesn't matter anyway. There's no time to hesitate, and no reason to not at least try to prevent the worst-case scenario.]
I'll be right back.
[He knows he doesn't need to ask Silvally to look after Gladion. He takes off running as fast as he can in the direction of the outdoors freezer, where Ingo had the foresight to store some meat for just such an eventuality. The tools are there, too. Once he reaches his destination, vines and clawed hands gather everything up. In just under two minutes, he's made his way back to the little shelter, his heart racing.]
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The implication is obvious. This form looks like it could be easily subdued if the worst happened, but appearances can be deceiving and Rindo doesn't trust himself with something this critical.
…It doesn't matter anyway. There's no time to hesitate, and no reason to not at least try to prevent the worst-case scenario.]
I'll be right back.
[He knows he doesn't need to ask Silvally to look after Gladion. He takes off running as fast as he can in the direction of the outdoors freezer, where Ingo had the foresight to store some meat for just such an eventuality. The tools are there, too. Once he reaches his destination, vines and clawed hands gather everything up. In just under two minutes, he's made his way back to the little shelter, his heart racing.]