The Thunderbolt had hit its target square in the chest, but the exertion had taken its toll on its user. Gah... Koin whimpered as he placed nearly all his weight on his left side, his right fore leg becoming numb from the tourniquet he had used. Taking it off would mean more blood loss, keeping it on could risk losing a limb. The Jolteon heaved large gulps of air, trying to grab a hold of the situation in the damp darkness. The crashing of boxes could be heard - that was Delia, he assumed - and the Lightning Pokemon knew immediately that staying in a single spot would be life-endangering, if not useless. The others could be in danger also.
Koin forced himself to limp forward, but exhaustion overtook the Jolteon and caused him to collapse on the ground, just in time to see Delia zone in her eyes on the Typhlosion before him... Blaze?! Oh no. Not her. The Jolteon shivered, though the area was not nearly cold enough to cause it. Useless and unable to move, Koin was forced to watch as the two Pokemon clashed with undeniably powerful attacks, awe seeping into him along with fear and anger at his inability to help. The mighty fire type threw Delia upward, and for a moment, the Jolteon thought that move had done it. But one look at the stoic Typhlosion’s face and he knew it was not.
What is she- The black figure of the Zoroark fell downward, and suddenly Blaze was on the ground, defenseless as he was. Koin struggled onto his feet again, but it expended all his energy just managing to hold himself up. Before he knew it, he saw Delia holding an organ, a gaping hole in Blaze’s chest.
“... Blaze! B-Blaze!” This... no... Koin pounced from his position and neared the corpse of the Typhlosion, pushing Delia away as tears blurred his vision. This shouldn’t have happened... The Lightning Pokemon pushed his face into her limp fore paw as he had done to his dying trainer, wishing that some sort of life would surface from the Typhlosion... but, like his trainer, he received none. Forgetting about his own injury, Koin looked at the blood covering Blaze’s entire body - it was a disgraceful death, something that didn’t fit Blaze. Oh, Blaze.... why...
Despite in the back of his mind a voice was yelling that a bloodthirsty Zoroark was behind him, the Jolteon couldn’t find himself to care. At the moment, Koin was just a frightened Jolteon who had just lost a comrade he had begun to feel was family. And now... she’s gone... A sob broke through him, and the tears fell unmercilessly. Koin began to lick the blood off his friend, trying to make her look presentable in her death, but the steel tang of the red liquid forced her to stop. I’ll miss you, Blaze. Although he had never told her, Koin received an almost motherly vibe from the Typhlosion - loyal, and did everything in her will to protect her friends.
He felt the heartache that much more. You were like the mother I never had, Blaze...