"Seems like it has a bit of an ego." Desmond noted to himself, seeing the Squirtle's personality as good research for his studies. Each Pokemon, much like each human being, were different: Desmond figured that after seeing Lily's Ponyta in action, and her Haunter during one of her matches, that she trained her Pokemon well; This Squirtle was just acting like it's natural self; It wasn't, in Desmond's eyes, her fault at all. 

It was, however, an advantage for Desmond. An advantage he'd take in order to get in the lead.

[i]And he knew just what to do.[/i]

"Ivysaur! It's time!" Desmond shouted, a plan in mind. He wouldn't risk Squirtle retreating again; At least, not without his technique succeeding first. "Use your Vine Whip and grab Squirtle's legs!" 

Obeying, Ivysaur shot out it's vines, planning to wrap them around the legs of her opponent; And if she connected and managed to wrap around Squirtle's legs, she'd retract her vines to trip the Pokemon; Only to drag it towards her, and suspend it up above her in the air, helplessly. 

[i]'I need both Ivysaur and Zubat to have a chance against that Haunter...'[/i] Desmond thought to himself, anxiously watching.