“DESMOND!” She screamed over the cheers as she gripped the rails ready to leap over them and cause herself a disqualification for being on the field. When he stood up and had pause she held her breath. Oh he had to be mad at her. Her face crunched into one of sadness. She thought she had made a friend and she almost hurt him… almost killed him! Ooohhhh he was going to hate her after this, and never speak to her again. 

Ponyta’s legs wobbled feeling the energy drained from her body from her last attack and the sudden appearance of Ivysaur left them both surprised. The issue of the attack left the blonde haired girl reaching for her pokeball. “Ponyta Return!” The blonde screamed as the beam shot out and captured the withering and shaking Ponyta, returning it to its ball.

A long sigh left the blonde as her head hung. She looked down at the ball and held it to her chest. “Good job my little girl. You did great. But you’re tired and I will not let you fall fainted if I can prevent it.” She gave the ball a gentle kiss in gratitude before putting the ball on the ‘used’ stance. 

However the razor leafs, shot with force continued their path taking the next best target they could. “Whoa!” Lily cried at the blades hit the stand she was on. While the stand was sturdy and handled the leaves well, the ones that got caught in the updraft made their way to her. Her arms rose up, covering and protecting her face as they flew towards her. Unlike her stand, her skin and her clothes didn’t handle the impact of the leaves. 

By the time the leaves were gone she was covered in cuts, her shirt ripped and her arms covered in scratches. She hissed softly as she lowered her arms from her face and noticed the cuts. “Hey Desmond. I think our pokemon know how to dodge but… we really need to work on that as people.” She shouted to him in hopes to brighten the mood considering the situation. Plus she still wanted to travel together and be friends but she… well she needed to take more things into account when battling.

Her hand reached down bouncing between the two balls in front of her. She didn’t have another pokemon that could go well against the grass type. Her face cringed as she picked a ball and threw it. “Come on Squirtle, let’s do this.”

“Lilianna has chosen her start, Squirtle. Desmond is at an advantage since his starter is on its second form and water isn’t all that effective against Grass, this should be interesting.”

“Squirtle, use tackle!” She called out, only to have her Squirtle reach his arms up into the air and stretch.

“Squirt…” He muttered, stretching and rubbing his eyes. A large yawn left his small face as waved to the crowd, finding much more fun in being cheered by a crowd then paying attention to his trainer.

“Squirtle come on!” She called out. He turned his head to look at her and snuffed her off. “Please Squirtle, I can’t figure out why we don’t get along and you won’t tell me. Come on! This is a battle, you love doing this, the people are cheering for you! Use tackle!”

This time the little water pokemon looked at the crowd, taking in everyone cheering and letting out a satisfied sigh. The blonde beamed, maybe he would listen to her. Instead he leaned back and opened its mouth, letting out a large stream of water as a water gun shot.