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Given that Kenley had now caught himself in a brace for impact, muscles tensed and pain receptors turned more inward, it was cutting off his perception of the outside world. Sounds that his spined ears picked up didn't register to his mind, knowing that the fall was going to be rather painful, and how tightly he grasped to Bastet's tail in the fright-induced action followed the same guidelines. He didn't even realize that his descent had been slowed with the meowth's quick actions as he just waited for the ground to rush up from under him, eyes closed tightly. Any anger he had been experiencing just seconds prior was immediately replaced with a survival-based fear response, and with that coiled fear came with it an inability to release his grip.

The ground felt a lot less flat than Kenley had been expecting, but then he didn't anticipate Lorne to try to do anything but taunt from his stead. The wurmple child didn't try to right himself in air at all, much too startled to really think about doing something like that. His grip on Bastet felt as though he had a grip on the tree branch they fell from, too, and he wanted that above him, as though grabbing ahold of it before falling too far -- much as the meowth herself had attempted to do. Regardless of the child trying to tourniquet off his senses for his landing, he still felt the effects of the wind being knocked out of him full-force; his lungs felt paralyzed.

It was fortunate that their fall was slowed down, for it seemed to offer Lorne enough time to try his hand at a rescue attempt. Arashi was still just barely too far off to reach in time, and only managed to meet up with the pokémon after the pileup had already occurred. He winced as he studied the extent of the situation, unsure of what he could do to help. Sure, he hoped that the Helping Hand from earlier could offer enough strength to Lorne to withstand being under all that weight, but he wasn't very sure that's how the boost would help in such circumstance. He didn't know any healing moves, and the only thing that he was carrying with him at the moment were a handful of berries.

Arashi spotted Kenley's fingers still wrapped around Bastet's tail as he tried to shove the boy off of Lorne, cringing as he tried to enlighten the other child, "Good gods, don't you know not to grab a tiger by the tail?" By the way her fur seemed to be standing on end, he didn't have much more time of consciousness... He attempted to help Lorne out of the way, "Hey, you alright there?" Arashi may have helped Bastet had he thought he could avoid those enraged claws of hers should she decide to use them blindly.

Lorne was directly under the falling pair, muttering away under his breath as they came closer and he braced himself for the impact, knowing this was going to hurt. …and was he ever right. They landed on him in a heap and he laid there sort of flattened and unable to breath from all the weight atop him but after a second or five he was shifting and breathing and moving himself out from under the pileup, looking better off than he had a right to. A bit dirty and fur ruffled, but other wise unharmed it appeared. He looked to Arashi with a light smile. “Thanks for the help.” He realized that whatever the kid had done, had helped him, not to mention the help getting out from under the others.

He could hear Bastet talking though it sounded garbled like she was talking around a mouthful of food or something, and he slowly padded over to her and lightly butted his head against her cheek in concern. “Bast?” her name was said softly. He took a half step back at her declaration that she was going to be sick and watched her worriedly, looking a bit more relieved as she merely burped and laid there groaning. He nuzzled at her cheek again then turned to the other kid, and nudged at him. “You okay? That wasn’t what was s’posed to happen…” not one little bit had that been what was supposed to happen!

He finally sat and began to lick his paw, slowly grooming himself a bit so he looked less rumpled and shook himself a moment as if to clear cobwebs from his head or something. “Okay so …now what?” he rubbed his paw over his face, wincing slightly. He ached some now that the adrenaline was wearing off.

Bast felt nothing but pain, discomfort, and the world spinning. She rolled around on the ground slowly, grabbing at her side where Kenley's knees had connected. Until her tail was released. It seemed she'd completely forgotten that she even had one until now... when all the blood came rushing back to it. Oh the waves of pain she now felt! She yowled and curled on herself, shutting her eyes tightly to make the pain go away. It wasn't broken, or so she hoped, but there was definitely some straining of the muscles and nerves in it.

She whimpered, petting her tail. Her poor, beautiful tail! When the world stopped moving so fast, she'd have a word or two for that kid! Oh, the "words" she'd have! The thoughts of her revenge were her only consolation right now.

The river Arashi had previously mentioned was not too far of a trek away from the clearing where the scuffle had occurred. Skidding to a halt at the boundary between grass and water, the eevee-boy dunked his shirt beneath the surface, glad to note that its temperature was a little on the cool side. That would help. The fabric felt a bit heavier as he yanked the shirt from its swim, nearly causing the child to topple in with the hastiness he was trying to employ to the situation. Arashi wrung it out enough to be able to run back to the clearing with the sopping shirt in tow, but continued to loosen the water from the fabric so it could act as a wet washcloth instead of a makeshift bucket of water. It held a surprising amount of liquid.

Kenley couldn't tell what he disliked more about this particular situation, considering nothing seemed to be going right at all. He was beginning to get used to the on-and-off migraine reprisal since he transformed into what was not quite pokémon, but not usually when he was around others. All he wanted to do was secure his home again, as swiftly as possible, so he could attempt to sleep it off.

However, it didn't seem like any of the individuals that had infiltrated his home had any common sense. Did they even speak the same language? They were doing everything contrary to what Kenley requested! Stupid, stupid..! he seethed, teeth set tight as he refused to lift his head. Lorne prodded him directly after he had asked to be left alone, causing the wurmple-child to weakly swat at him in reaction. If he hadn't been willing himself not to throw up, he may have devised some other means of retaliation. Nobody seemed to ever understand he just wanted to be left alone, he didn't want to have any correspondence with the backstabbers that filled this world!

"Back!" Arashi barked, slowing his steps as he neared the two injured pokémon so as not to accidentally overshoot his mark. It looked like Bastet was able to regain more consciousness, so this wouldn't be as much of a shock to her, but that also meant she was more aware of her pain. "Here, try this. It'll help the world stop spinning, then we can try to use it to stop the swelling in your tail," he instructed as he tried to place the damp shirt on the meowth's head. Glancing at Lorne, Arashi noted that the purrloin didn't look to be in the best of condition, either. The eevee pulled at a hem of the shirt enough to be able to cover the purple feline as well, but didn't know where it was needed the most, "There's enough fabric here for you as well, if you need." Hopefully they didn't mind how dusty the shirt was... Arashi didn't very well have access to a laundromat.

Lorne would never admit it, but it might have been funny to watch Arashi drop the not wrung out shirt onto Kenley, or Bast. He had an odd sense of humor at times honestly.

The weak swat made Lorne prod again. "I don't know if it's possible but you have a sort of greenish sheen...you gonna hack up a hairball kid?" he snorted in amusement really. Something about it just amused him too thoroughly really.

Lorne took a good look at the shirt and gave a snort. That thing was filthy, Bast was likely to have kittens if she realized that fact... as for himself despite disliking water he did enjoy the cool seeping into him and gave Arashi a grin. "Thanks for that, seems to be helping me a little." well that had to be something. He was also, as Kenley had requested, leaving him alone.

As Bast sat up Lorne shifted and gently butted his head against her. "The bug tried to eat you. As for your head, it's a wet shirt to help you be less dizzy."

Her suddenly getting to her feet though, had him reacting and he despite being landed on by those two, stepped in front of her, and mock whispered so all parties could hear him. "I wouldn't Bast...he loos about ready to hork up a hairball and you know how messy those can be. You wouldn't want that all over you now would you?" sound, sensible advice.

Though he wondered if she was beyond reason at this point. He noticed the Eevee kids shirt had landed on the floor, and to diffuse the situation on Bast realizing a dirty cloth was put on her went "Aw man...we dropped your shirt and got it all dirty, sorry 'bout that!" he turned back towards Kenley, and a grin crossed his face, a devious look...and he deftly hooked the shirt and flung it at the Wurmple boy hoping his aim was proper and that it'd thwack him. Why not?

Bastet tried to side-step Lorne, wanting to go after the bug boy and tear him a new one. But, much to her added irritation, her companion was much faster and had better coordination for the time being. After a few minutes of "fighting" with him, she eventually just gave up, especially at the mention of the hairball. Those were so messy and gross! "Pfft, not even worth my time!" Bast hissed, obviously still miffed more than what she said let on.

She stomped off a few steps, keeping her back to the boys and missing the "attack" on Kenley; but all the same not currently caring. Honestly, it was probably best that she didn't see it, lest it start another argument of some sort. It wasn't fair that Lorne got to harass the bug and she didn't! So what if her harassment would probably end in him going to the hospital, or worse.

The Meowth seemed to be pouting as she sat in the dust with a loud thud. Arms crossed, she glared off, keeping her back to the boys. This day had been nothing but an utter mess and waste of her time. And her tail hurt! "Stupid bugs. Stupid boys." she muttered under her breath as they talked about lord only knows. She didn't care. At this point, she just wanted to go home and take a loooooooooong nap, to forget this whole crumby day.

Now that attention was focused back to the trespassers in what he so adamantly guarded as 'home,' Kenley was more aware of what they were conversing about. Well, to an extent as he saw fit to care, at least. He was back to huddling himself together, the shirt already tossed to the side, arms wrapped around his knees and chin resting on top. Eyes were locked on Lorne and Arashi for a moment before falling on the back of the cranky Bastet. He had heard her vicious temperament, and now that it was finally sinking in, there were a couple of realizations. For one, Kenley was fairly certain that she was even worse than he was when it came to pride. The second was more prone to reluctance to admit, but the prickling up the spine was indication enough that it wasn't a false assumption... he was scared of Bastet. Probably almost as much as any flying-type pokémon.

The wurmple-boy gave a quick flinch when Lorne started speaking to him again, tempted to scoot in the opposite direction the purrloin was standing if it didn't threaten to topple Kenley over. He couldn't formulate the words to accept the feline's reasoning for the shirt, but it had already been rejected. Regardless, he managed a quiet, "Oh..." Crude way of explaining that, though... There was an abrupt cringe when Lorne patted him on the shoulder, expecting something worse to come out of the action. There was no doubt that he was surprised at the congeniality Lorne displayed at that, despite all the bad that came with the encounter. Kenley had inadvertently injured his friend, angered her beyond reasoning, and... and he didn't place that offense on Kenley? No hard feelings? He lifted his head, watching the purrloin wander back to Bastet's side, stunned into silence, What. Just. Happened!?

It was all Arashi could do not to start laughing at Bastet's reaction to the situation, folding his hands behind his head in a more relaxed fashion to offset the urge. Throwing a fit? Really? He nodded to Lorne's assessment of the meowth's current moodiness and sighed, "Yeah, looks it. Man, and I thought I was going to be getting more of a workout here. I barely did any fighting!" Tail flicking in minor irritation, his arms lowered and he offered a shrug in response instead, "Ah well. Another place, another time. I'm sure it wouldn't be all that difficult to run into each other again, all things considered." It sounded like they frequented the city as it was anyway, so all they'd have to do was... stop by the shadier downtown area. It could easily be fun, but something told him Bastet wouldn't be caught dead there...

Picking up his shirt from the ground, he didn't think twice before slipping it back on. It was actually kind of nice to have that extra cooling effect, even if it was now probably twice as grungy as before. "Weird day..." he mused to himself. With a random direction selected, leading outside of the expanse of trees he currently stood in, Arashi took a few steps forth before pausing. He glanced back and gave a lazy, dismissive wave, tossing out a simple, "Later."