Well, as pissed as he was, at least Ignis was using that energy in a productive manner. But as Illyana watched him go for the neck, she yelled out, "I need her in one piece, Ignis! Don't rip her throat out or anything!"<br/><br/>Illyana was also wondering if he'd ever sink those fangs into her own neck if she asked. Maybe with less fire? Or maybe the fire just made it more fun? Though clearly not so if you were a grass type, as the snivy girl was now screaming in pain. Illyana prepped a swirling pink wind around her hands, and waited for an opening.<br/><br/>The snivy pushed and scratched at the fiery...what was this thing, a litten? Gold flames clearly painted him as another variant like her, and they<i>hurt</i>. She hadn't felt this sort of pain before, and it seemed to sear through her entire body. Finally, she managed to push him away, but stumbled, panting for breath. Her shoulder and neck weren't bleeding, the wounds instead burnt over and stinging. Small mercies. She looked for an escape route, only to see the trainer blowing a kiss at her. Before she could figure out what was going on, a pink-colored gust knocked her back, forcing her to the ground. It didn't hurt anywhere near as much as the fire fangs, but she could only just move now, her vision getting hazy.<br/><br/>"All right! Ignis, back off, we're catching this one." Illyana took out a great ball from her pack and tossed it at the snivy.