No, not today not without putting up some kind of fight first. Despite your injuries you manage to break out of the ball, although as you look up there is still the matter of the intimidating canine bearing down on you. His trainer seems a bit surprised as he looks at you though you swear you see a smirk on his face despite the setback. Steeling yourself you look forwards.
"I'm not going to be some trainers lap dog" You practically scream before giving it your all in a full force double edge... That barely shifts the beast before you despite aggravating your injuries even more. "What? but that move always.."
The Arcanine chuckles for a moment as his trainer gives an order, "This lap dog is a bit stronger than the two bit weaklings you're used to taking on here." He says while ducking into a battle stance. With barely a moment to prepare he bites at you electricity arcing from his fangs. "Don't worry, my friend wants you to survive. Just stay in the ball this time, just give up and you'll be safe."
With a labored breath and a bit of defiance in your eye you do the one thing you can think of to get out of this situation.
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