Maybe it was just youthful naivete, but Wilykit was starting to feel a little optimistic about their chances of winning this. So long as they kept up the onslaught and kept Missingno pinned down, they just might be okay. That screech of protest it let out was a little too reminiscent of her last encounter with it for her liking, but compared to what else it was capable of, that was nothing.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied to Harvey's question. He was right; she really shouldn't have been there. But there was nothing to do about it now (aside from just running away, and the only way anyone was going to convince Kit to do that was by telling her to go fetch help). In the meantime, she raced forward, remembering the image of Harvey's last attack as she summoned an echo of that same dark energy around her paw and swiped at her foe.