This angered me. "You think I'm not willing to fight, eh? Not willing to break a nail, get some bruises, scratches, minor injuries? Think again." I stumbled to my feet with my elbows covered in blood. "I'm not your every day girly-girl," I breathed. I took out a pokeball from my pack. "Painted Wings," I whispered to it. "I want you to fly by Talon, just dont hurt him. I should be fighting for myself, but I want to show you off, don't I?" I tossed it into the air and Painted Wings was gliding around. He made a sharp turn and glided around Talon a few times, hitting him with his tail, as an added bonus. "P.W, enough, return," I mumbled, and once Painted Wings was safely inside his pokeball, I stuffed it back into my pack. "I get my revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge." I limped closer to him. "You don't want to see me when I'm mad, otherwise, I can be pretty sweet." Seeing as I was a bit shorter than him, I was looking up at him, or noses almost touching. With a swing of my arm I hit his nose, hopefully breaking it, and kicked him in the leg.