Lyra had /no fucking idea/ what to do. Frankly, nobody had randomly passed out in front of her before at her touch, but then again she had never climbed a mountain before, either. Typhlosion had been watching, and sprinted over, kicking up snow behind him. He slid to stop, and began to sniff Red curiously. Lyra swatted away his muzzle, and tried shaking Red slightly, then a bit more roughly. He didn't stir. She looked to Typhlosion, and brought out a pokeball. "Please return, Typhlosion!" The red light hit him, and he was put back into his Pokeball. Two people would be too many for him.
Withdrawing another Pokeball, she tossed it in front of them, and a large Skarmory appeared. It cawed ferociously, expecting to battle. Seeing the winter wasteland seemed to make it scowl. "Skarmory, I need you to fly us down the mountain." It stared at its trainer blankly, as if asking if she was kidding. She wasn't. It nodded and reluctantly offering its wings to them, and Lyra struggled to pull him onto the bird.
Skarmory seemed to stumble a bit and Lyra mounted, clutching the champion close to her. "Let's go!" Skarmory made a running start, leaping into the air strongly. It seemed a bit harder with two people, but the metal wings were bursting with strength, and Lyra knew Skarmory would be able to pull through. They shot out of the valley-like sanctuary and into the treacherous winds. Luckily they seemed to have enough weight to not get blown away, and Skarmony swooped down. A red glow was coming into view. Rapidash's flame. Lyra whispered to Skarmory, and it cawed to the other Pokemon. It was time to go.
Lyra found it hard to keep on Skarmory while also clutching another person in her arms. His frozen flesh seemed to burn her own skin, as her exposed hand was still gripping his shoulder. She pulled him closer.
There were now the cries of other flying type Pokémon in the air. The rest of the group had gotten the message. Despite the winds that raked at Skarmory's wings, they made a fast journey. However, the slopes seemed to rise up unexpectedly, and Skarmory had trouble maneuvering.
Lyra wrapped one of her arms around Skarmory's neck, desperately trying not to fall off as it wrenched left and right to avoid ledges. Red's breath seemed quieter, and he suddenly flinched, and then coughed.
Lyra strained her eyes, finding flickering lights through the snowy haze. Skarmory was increasing speed rapidly. Its sharp eyes had also found the target. Skarmory was still getting faster, and Lyra was beginning to feel nervousness in her gut.
A shadow abruptly leaped into view, and Skarmory barely had enough time to escape collision with most of the ledge. Its left wing hit, however, and Skarmory spiraled away, caught off guard by the rock and wind. No matter how hard Lyra tried to hang on, as Skarmory began to flip upside down from the blow her hands slipped from the metallic armor. And they were falling. Lyra grabbed Red with both arms now. She didn't know from how far, but she knew there was a nasty rock ledge waiting for their impact. Lyra tried to twist so that she could see the ground, but was wrenched to the side by something incredibly fast. She almost lost hold of the champion, but for once her grip was strong.
Her vision, at this point however, wasn't. Her head was pounding from being pulled away from the ground so rapidly. Lyra looked up to see a large brown bird. Skarmory had regained its flight, but was falling behind as they shot forward. Whatever Pokemon this was, it was going /fast/.
The blizzard began to subside at the foot of the mountain, which seemed about 800 feet down. The unforgiving wind subsided, the only air force the beating wings.
Coming to a slow stop at the base, Lyra and Red were dropped from the bird's claws into the snow, and she was able to see what it was. A Pidgeot, more specifically Green's. She sat up, flustered. Her mind was blank. His neon eyes locked with hers, and he leaped off the Pokemon, running to them and kneeling down. Lyra moved away, joined soon by Skarmory. Blue and Black had yet to come down the mountain.
Green felt Red's arm hesitantly, his eyes searching to see if he was alive. The younger boy shuddered and coughed again, and Green scooped Red up, clutching him protectively. Lyra thought she saw the glimmer of tears before he buried his face into the boy's collarbone. Lyra smiled thoughtfully. It must have been hard to loose someone for so long. If Gold or Silver had gone up there… Lyra didn't want to think of it.
A screech came from the cliff, and Lyra looked up to see a Braviary gliding down the slope. Both Blue and Black were present on its back, and landed next to the other two Flying-Type Pokemon. They leaped off, sprinting to where Green was embracing the unconscious champion.
Blue's eyes lit up, but quickly dimmed as she inspected her friend further. She took one of his hands in hers. It was almost blackened completely. "Frostbite…, probably pneumonia and frostnip, too," She murmured, "and he's so scrawny." She was right. He /was/ very thin, and by just looking at his pale skin and wispy hair you could tell he hadn't been getting the nourishment a human needs.
Black moved back a bit, joining Lyra. He gave her a sort of awkward hug, and spoke up. "We need to get him someplace warm." He clenched his jaw shut, and Blue turned to Black, nodding.
She tapped green's shoulder. "Pidgeot's fastest."
He looked up at her, but neither Lyra nor Black could see his face, his back was to them. Green stood easily, still holding Red shieldingly. Pidgeot flew over to its master, and Green clambered up. With Pidgeot leading, they made their way back.
Lyra decided to never climb a mountain again.