*killua follows his new acquaintance to a clearing where a tent and campfire are set up. a couple different pokémon are milling around, which all look unfamiliar to him but tough. squinting again, he focuses his energy into his eyes like he's using gyo, and suddenly he can see through the tent to the scene on the other side. he spots gon wobbling on his paws, looking injured and sick like he's taken a rough beating. killua's body tenses with rage and determination, fur raising with static.*

he's here! *he hisses to the pink pokémon beside him.* but i can take them all on by myself... i' like to sneak in and grab him, but we'll need a distraction.