You Fight On

You shake your head and attempt to compose yourself, recalling Mankey to its pokeball and getting yourself ready to try to continue the battle. The fact that you even thought about giving up and willingly submitting to this pervert makes you feel ashamed. There's no way that his Rattata, even with the 'Rocket Fuel' injected into it, could be strong enough to take down both of your other pokemon.

You briefly consider trying some kind of trickery, bending the rules in some way, but dismiss the thought as quickly as it comes to you. You had started this journey with the goal of becoming a proud, powerful trainer, who won her battles with her own knowledge, willpower and the bond she shared with her pokemon. You wanted to change the way this society looked at women by using your skills, not by relying on cheap tricks. If you cheat here, you're throwing away your moral code; you're barely any better than Team Rocket themselves.

Besides, you have faith in your team. Some weak pokemon that's been injected with chemicals isn't going to beat you. "Go, Charmeleon!" you call defiantly, throwing your pokeball and releasing the evolved fire lizard onto the battlefield. Charmeleon snarls at the Rattata, and its trainer looks concerned; clearly he hadn't been expecting you to have any pokemon that had got past their first stage of evolution.

Whew, ok! Looks like he doesn't feel so sure of himself anymore. Knowing this, your own confidence starts returning to you. Hell yes, let's take down this asshole! The sense of relief is so great that you can't resist making fun of the Team Rocket member's words from just a minute ago. "You still planning on seeing this battle through, or can we just skip to the good part already?"

A small scowl crosses the face of your opponent, but he still looks concerned, and you can't help but break out into a cocky smile. "Alright, we got this! Charmeleon, Ember!"