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Water pulse. In 2D terms, it was capable of hitting an opponent next to the main one. Which meant that the attack, in nature, was large. A good strategy if you were trying to hit a dodging opponent, as well as a tiny one. Even so...

The fire and steam of the colliding attacks helped mask Melty. Even if you hit the large, general area, the wide move of flame burst was doing well enough to hide Melty. The steam would catch him, but he'd take no direct hit from the water.

D-Vee had disappeared then. In order to effectively use extremespeed, one needed a target, if you add to it the general speed of things, you'd have D-Vee charging into the steam and slashing. It was likely that he'd strike before everything had faded, but even if not, Melty still had some tricks of his own.

Now, neither Henrietta nor Melty had ever seen high speed movement added on top of an attack, or stacked attacks in general. But even so, they would have to learn. And fast.

First and foremost, the glowing tail meant an actual attack. Which meant there were no others. Even as far as blurs go, a glowing one still had meaning. This instant acknowledgment carried into instant action.

Melty jumped.

With that, he'd phase through D-Vee instead of being caught by the attack. Still too slow to dodge properly, but fast enough to get into the air in order to avoid being taken out in one shot.

"Flame thrower!" Henrietta said.

[You chose to fight her battle, that makes you responsible,] Melty said as he complied, the flame thrower attack firing at D-Vee from behind.

And Eunmi was talking. Upset, or embarrassed. Henrietta looked at her, her concentration broken.

"H-hu-

CRASH!

She barely had time to bring her hands up to defend herself as the tree came crashing down. The old ground, roof from the underground dreamyard facility, caved under her feet as the weight of the tree was brought down, with her in the middle. The bark cut into her arms and the force sent her down.

As the tree landed it would creak, its weight too much for the old building but not enough that it would fall just yet.

And at the bottom of the pit lay Henrietta, writhing.

Coming on over, the Purrloin strolled. Kijin's the same one was before. Melty knew cause of the taste of it. And of course he could taste it, being in proximity of a Litwick meant they were eating your life energy. In short, he didn't sense your soul or Aura to know about you.

He ate your very life force.

[YOU!] he shouted.

Meanwhile...

Henrietta lay at the bottom of the pit. A room of the old facility that once stood tall and proud in the Dreamyard. Tiny bits of sunlight peaked in from the hole above, but it was mostly covered by a tree. For the most part, Henrietta was safe. Bleeding, agonized, but safe. The ceiling above her head(and thus at Eunmi's feet) creaked when pressure was put on the tree. It was already too much weight for the old building, aggravating it wouldn't help.

Henrietta's hands and arms were bleeding from the bark of the tree and she sat up, her back and head throbbing. The pain caused her to whimper as she slowly climbed to her feet and looked up.

Eunmi, topside, worried.

Henrietta's hands fell against forearms on the opposite arm, adding pressure, despite it hurting both hand and arm, as if that would stop the bleeding. She called, "y-yeah!"

She was alive, that's all she knew.

***

Topside.

Kijin's Purrloin wouldn't get much time for a reaction, because Melty was attacking already.

As far as Melty knew one of two things had happened.

A. his food was dead.

B. Eunmi would handle it.

That left Melty the task of murdering the s**t out of the cat.

And so came the flamethrower attack from the Joltik sized Litwick, its power not lost in its midgitized size.

Henrietta looked over at Eunmi as she came down into the facility. The room was indeed small, but it wasn't closed off. On the far side, lost in the darkness, was a door. Henrietta had noticed it only with the aid of the slight light that peaked in, and a bit of staring.

Either way, they could move if worse came to worst and avoid being crushed. Henrietta was looking at Eunmi now, and if one were to look Henrietta over she'd have a knot on the back of her head, the bruise on her back would be worse, and her arms and hands were bleeding. Not pouring geysers, but bleeding enough to require bandaging, gauze and padding, probably.

"H-hum," Henrietta said as she held out her arms for Eunmi. "I-i'm s-sorry, o-our match... W-we'll have to battle again later. C-can we sit? P-please?"

Henrietta complied with Eunmi's request and soon they'd be moving over to a safer place to sit. Above them the ceiling creaked again. Not from the tree shifting, but just from the continued weight.

"Y-your shirt," Henrietta said, trying to take her mind off of the tree, "I-i got blood on it. S-sorry," she said as she looked at Eunmi. Not in the eyes, of course, which left her eyes resting where her bloody arms and hands had managed to potentially ruin a good shirt.

Henrietta blushed. Eunmi was right, it did sound awkward. Still, saying that she hurt all over wouldn't help. Henrietta was a mess. Now someone would actually get to see the whole mess.

Henrietta, taking the bottom of her shirt, would slowly pull it off, leaving her with just a pink bra.

The top of her back and chest were bruised from the previous night, courtesy of Avan. Though the back was in worse condition than the front now, thanks to the fall. The blood had pushed to the surface, as was a bruise, and the fall had caused the force needed to help the blood push through, which left the slight trickle of blood that followed down her back.

Henrietta brought her arms around herself as her shirt rested on her lap. Embarrassed, her arms slipped over her chest, to cover herself up as Eunmi inspected her.

Wait, so she'd have to not cover herself up. Henrietta hesitantly complied, offering Eunmi her arms once again as she looked off to the side, her eyes looking at the facility wall, straining to make out details on the dark.

By the time Eunmi was done Henrietta was lamenting her ruined bra. Where she'd tried to cover up before had stained the pink with blood. It'd also gotten on her chest a bit. So, instead of ruining yet another article of clothing, Henrietta said, "c-can I-i h-have something first? T-to c-clean u-up a-a b-bit," she said. Course she didn't want to gesture to what she meant, so she didn't.