“Squirtle! Get up! I believe in you!” The trainer shouts, apparently being completely oblivious to my expression.

And unfortunately he does. Guess I didn’t hit him hard enough. Though I guess that’s to be expected since if I had knocked him out then he would have been instantly recalled into his ball. Ah well. He’s definitely hurt really badly as he has to struggle to stand up and he half looks like he’s about to keel over and pass out anyway. Must have barely been under the threshold. But he wipes his little arm against some blood coming out of his mouth and faces me again. My head cocks to the side in response to this. Does he actually think he can win this fight or is it more of a matter of pride not letting him simply give up? I continue staring at the trainer and even go so much as to shout at him, though I know he won’t understand what I’d say so I’m just using volume. I then take a deep breath and then fire another blast of fire at the turtle. Both the Squirtle and the trainer react in shock as I’m outside the normal range for this attack and should have to close the distance but I tighten the blast into a narrow little beam. He tries to dodge but I can adjust accordingly, especially with him slowed by his injury. His last resort is to use his own attack to stop mine but my flames go right through his and send him flying a second before a red beam comes out and snags him up. I then turn back and attempt to stare down the trainer.


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