It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Lily didn’t blame his pokemon nor did she blame  Desmond for the situation that she had just experienced. Despite the fact that she was bleeding a bit, she was grinning from ear to ear. She loved training and battling pokemon. And there was no doubting that the little blonde from Lavender town was different compared to the other trainers.

Squirtle wasn’t paying attention and the impact of the vine whip hit him hard throwing him backwards. The squirtle flew backwards from the impact and rolled along the ground. “Ssssqquirt…” He muttered as he got up to his feet and held his head. Between the impact of the vine whip and the amount of water he just pushed through his system he was looking a bit light headed.

“Squirtle!” Lily shouted from her stand to get his attention. “Get into your shell and use tackle!” 

Squirtle looked up at her before shrugging softly. He disappeared into his shell and Lily smiled. Maybe he would actually listen!! Instead his shell shook and a blue aura appeared around the shell before disappearing inside. The pokemon had increased its defense and strengthened itself.

“Okay… Now, for the love of god Squirtle use tackle!” Lily called out and finally, Squirtle’s hell began to spin and launched itself towards Ivysaur causing the blonde to cheer along with the crowd.