Fighting the Typhlosion

The Typhlosion flares out another puff of fire from his mouth, but this time, a smaller one that was intended to frighten you more than harm you. It practically worked. His green eyes gleam a furious expression as his fangs flash out to show you his jaw's menacing power with the gnashing grinds of his somewhat sharp teeth. “If you wanna keep your life, then I suggest you leave, now!” He yells out, obviously not taking 'no' for an answer.

You relieve yourself with an inhale to build up some courage. Raising your hands up a little to try and explain yourself that you're not a threat to him, you quietly plead, “Listen, I’m not looking for trouble...I’m not here to steal from you or…!” You try warning him, although, he quickly cuts you off.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what the last thief said. This town wasn't ruined because of infected you know. It was wiped out from raiders like you.” He breathes in a mighty puff of air until blowing out it back out as a storm of scorching fire! You roll to the side, seeing the ground where you once were left as a large, black, and smoking smudge spot!

“Wait! I’m just…!” You were cut off yet again as the Typhlosion pounces out, tackling you down and endeavors to bite at your neck for a severe wound. The **** of the impact launches both of you rolling into another hut door, crashing through carelessly while grappling with each other in an even match of brawn. He thrashes his claws out your head; occasionally leaving a mark or scratch on your face as you deliver a fair amount of punching jabs into his ribs. You place your legs at his torso, kicking them to hoist the heavy, attacking Typhlosion off of you and into a wooden table, breaking pathetically under his falling weight. Swirling back to stand up, he repositions himself along with you for the two of you to stare at each other in a standoff within the empty damaged hut. You circle around the room in a slow manner, taking your time while waiting for the other dare making an attack or approach. A single drop of blood slipped out from a scratch on your cheek, down to the floor in a wooden loud thud, signaling a cocky grin from the Typhlosion.

Diplomacy would never work for a punk like this. Even if you were to convince him that you're not a threat, you had a real sense he was picking a fight on purpose. Some pokemon just have a real nerve to pick with the world and its inhabitants, especially this Typhlosion. And besides, this idiot would pay for attacking you so ignorantly. Just then, he pounces forward at a dangerous speed, almost to the point where you weren't ready for him. It was now or never to make a decision. You could either risk the time into fighting this fire-type and earn some kind of pride out of it, and it'd probably put this guy right back into his place if you did. Then again, he might be able to overpower you, which may lead into undesired events if he was voracious as much as the ferals were, or even worse...horny enough...But a flaw applies to that as well since you've seen his speed first at hand. Running could lead to the same exact fate...

1. Attempt to evade him!

2. Attempt to fight him head-on!