Maybe there’s something she’s missing in training her Squirtle. The stubborn little thing was always causing her problems when she would use it in battle. However, much like it’s trainer it hated to lose. Although, unlike it’s trainer, it bought into the screaming and cheering of the crowd. 

Lily continued to cheer on her Squirtle, knowing full well it is very protected within its shell and can knock Ivysaur around until it fainted… that was until noise of both his trainer and the people cheering came to the little pokemon’s ears. The shell stopped spinning and his momentum slowed down to almost a stop. Squirtle’s head poked out his shell, grinning as if he was victorious already. 

“No Squirtle!” Lily shouted in a panic as she gripped the rails of her stand. “Get back in your shell, use tackle!” 

Instead, of course, the little pokemon beamed at the crowd who continued to cheer. Except they were not cheering for him, they were cheering for the advantage that Ivysaur had just received thanks to Squirtle and Lily’s carelessness.