Celes listened to everyone and what their said about the boxes of food. She understood what the group was saying, but with how everyone was hungry... it was either a group of pokemon... of fight off starvation. She looked at the group a bit.
"I think we might need to try to lift the box... or at least grab part of the content inside to have it do less sound.... I.... might be able to help a bit if I am careful." she then says, before creating a bit of her chains of light, ready to use them for this. She could have been trying to use her ribbons, but she probably didn't reach with that. She hoped the others would understand. It was best to try to get food as quietly as possible, and strike down any pokemons that would try to stop them... but she really hoped it was not a trap. She though a bit more.
"Or we could try to ambush those that might be trying to ambush us... move to each side and attack anything that was hiding if we are really quiet." she says to the group in a low voice.

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Eralion felt better after the druddigon was down, feeling like it was best that the group keep on moving afterwards. Tini did kinda scare him back there... but it was Tini. He was hard to even read. He felt something inside of him at this moment... something that felt really strange. An energy. He moved with the group, unsure what that energy was. Just then, a dragonite roared at them, asking where her children's were... which would probably be the dratini's from before. Now he felt bad, but they didn't have any choice here. Suddenly, the dragonite attacked the group, using dragon rush towards the client, and Bonnie jumped away. Eralion knew he had to act. Suddenly, the energy he felt bursted as he moved quickly in front of the attack..... while evolving! As the attack connected onto his new form of a pangaro, he smiled a bit. He had some silverish coloring for his white parts and a slight shine on his dark fur. He looked at the dragonite as he had... used counter. He grabbed onto the dragonite's arm and then threw it onto the ground as hard as he can using the damage he received from the angry dragon. He stood there as a well in front of the client, cracking his knuckles a bit as he looks at the dragonite.
"Want to attack us when we are only trying to defend ourselves eh..." he says, cracking his neck. He felt... good here. Stronger then before. He felt a bit like he could take on the world now.