Despite her best efforts, Marie was not at all able to avoid the attacks that were coming at her. Gritting her teeth as the stones pelted into her, Marie let out a yelp of pain as she was knocked down to the floor. Lying down there, tears began to form in her eyes as she felt a stinging sensation across her abdomen. This was different from other pain she had felt so far. It wasn't just the stinging that lingered and gradually faded, no. This seemed to continue to persist, throb, and came with it a burning sensation as it pressed against the ground. Marie couldn't really make sense of what was going on at the moment, however, she started to feel the familiar sensation of sand whipping around her, pelting into her.
She didn't want to keep fighting Allie. She didn't want to keep getting hurt over and over again. She didn't want to be in this sandstorm. The sand was bothersome, annoying and she hated the feeling of sand constantly getting in her face. The pain was terrible, and her body was sending off every warning signal it could that told her she was in a bad state, and that keeping this up would only make things worse. And fighting Allie was nothing short of terrifying. The godslayer who seemed to be singlemindedly obsessed with fighting and killing others for reasons that Marie couldn't even begin to fathom. Deep down, she knew that she wanted to run away, get as far away as possible and never have to think of this monstrous person again. Yet, she couldn't as there was something even scarier to her.
The thought that she would run, leaving her friends to keep fighting and die was unacceptable to her. The thought that she would just let Heatran or Moltres, or whatever legend this bully would find be killed by her was similarly unacceptable. And she certainly couldn't just let a bully get away with doing whatever they wanted to do. Coughing a bit, a warm and iron tasting sensation leaving her mouth as she did, the girl let out a small singsong tone from her mouth, replacing the sand with rain once more as she collapsed back onto the ground. Still conscious the girl tried to make sense of everything else that was going on, somewhat deaf to the rest of the battle at the moment, as she lied face down on the ground. .
Nine figured that going back and bringing Skymin with them was the plan to go with. Though, he couldn't help but feel uneasy about the prospect, he wasn't sure that leaving them out in the grove was the best idea either. Looking at the legend, he said, "well, how about we just rest up in your grove for now and you can think about it? After all, I have no doubt that you, Skymin, would be able to beat any evil doer that would step foot on your grove. But, what if you end up switching back to the," Nine paused for a moment, trying to think of what adjective to use to describe their other form and "lamer" certainly wasn't the one he would go with. Settling on just a simple one, he said, "the other Shaymin. She doesn't really seem like she'd want to fight, or can really. So it doesn't really seem fair to her to leave that to her." Though Nine had said that, he hadn't the faintest idea how their switching worked. Though, he was certainly hopeful, for a number of reasons, that they would switch back.