Blue wins!

Between your inexperience, the fact Blue's grown up around Pokémon, and that fact he just may have picked the cooler Pokémon, maybe it's not too surprising he more or less trounces you.

Having put Bulbasaur on the defensive with a few well-placed scratches, Blue orders his Charmander to finish his foe off with a brief blast of fire.

Bulbasaur is launched into the air, and thuds down at your feet with a defeated groan. Sighing, you recall the grass-type.

"Yes! Am I great or what!" Blue cheers. Oak seems very disappointed in his relative's poor sportsmanship.

"You owe me, Red!" Blue insists. "Open that wallet or something else, but you're gonna reward me with something!"

"Blue, come now! Red is a beginner, this is her first battle. You can't expect her to pay for an understandable loss." Oak chimes in. Blue grumbles something, then makes for the door.

"Smell you later!" Blue smirks, walking out to begin his journey as a Trainer.

"You'll have to forgive my grandson, young lady." Oak apologises. "I'm afraid his sister got all the manners."

You shrug it off, mentally making a vow that Blue won't be so smug after your next battle.

Looking to the door, you ponder your next move.