Leon grinned weakly, still holding his arm tenderly. “It all works out,” he commented. Slowly, he moved his injured arm to scratch the Nidoran's ear lightly, watching the battle between Mankey and the male Nidoran. His eyes were more calculating now, studying the two opposing Pokemon. As he was watching it, his hand dipped back into his jacket pocket and he slowly retrieved one of the two Pokeballs. “Nidoran won't win. He's slightly weaker and Mankey's just as aggressive. Nidoran will ward him off with its poison, but it's going to be injured. We'll need to take it to the Pokecenter and Pokeballs are the easiest way to let them rest.” He paused a moment and continued. “Just try to reason with it. Forcefully putting it into the Pokeball will just make it resentful and harder to keep happy.”

He let her take it before looking down at the female Nidoran and smiling. “We'll make sure your friend gets taken care of, alright?” he asked. The small blue Pokemon gave a happy cry of approval, resting herself next to Leon and watching. The two other Pokemon continued battling, but it went much like Leon predicted. Nidoran was losing, but it landed a single hit, throwing Mankey off guard. It seemed weakened, poisoned by Nidoran's barbs, though it had the upper hand throughout the fight.

With a weak cry, it turned and fled back into the tall grass, getting away from the group.