It was a horrible sound that shook through her bones. It was a move to ward off an enemy, to instil fear in their heart and make them flee. The tigerdog was naturally Intimidating to his foes, but never once had Blue ever thought to consider him a threat. Even now, though a deeper part of her own instincts tried to warn her that things were not okay, Blue stayed where she was and lifted her head a little higher. Perhaps it was a tantrum, she wondered to herself. Perhaps a tiny streak of teenage rebellion. The stubbornness of a fire type that she was no stranger to. As far as she allowed herself to reason, this was no different than an ornery Charizard.

As the sound faded, though she still felt it, Blue raised her voice to Aoi and Ishimaru. Her gaze stayed locked on Jock, watching his movements closely.

"Sorry. You're going to want to grab your friend and go." It was more or less an order. More on reflex than any conscious desire to do so, her hands swayed towards the pokeballs at her hip, and she hoped that they'd listen.