â€œShh! Elliott, youâ€™ll scare it away!â€ The hushed voice of a young girl with auburn hair called out to the Bulbasaur, who was getting too close to the PokÃ©mon she desired to capture. The little green plant PokÃ©mon gave his trainer an apologetic look and took a few steps back. She quickly checked to see if the Pikachu was still there, letting out a breath of relief when she noticed that she had not run off too far into the forest. She knew the Pikachu was female because there was a notch in its tail. Learning the genders of PokÃ©mon was one of her many goals on her journey of becoming a PokÃ©mon Master, like no one ever was.<br/><br/>Pikachu were extremely rare in the wild and she really didnâ€™t want to have to look for another. Ever since she first began her journey, Danielle has wanted to add one to her team. When she left Oakâ€™s lab with Elliott she had run into a trainer with a Raichu. The trainer had been extremely skilled, knowing just what to do in a battle, though she had not been the one he was battling, the way he commanded his Raichu had been incredible. She was left in awe, and from that moment she had been desperate to add one to her team. Now, presented with the opportunity she had never expected to be presented to her, she was more than excited to attempt to capture the little yellow mouse and make it hers! She was literally sitting a few feet from her so she was confident she would not fail to capture her.<br/><br/>She slowly reached into her bag and pulled out a PokÃ©ball, daring to take a small step towards the oblivious mouse, the fallen leaves barely crunching under her weight. The Pikachu was about three feet away from where she was. At this point it was now or never, and one wrong move would probably get her zapped by the Pikachuâ€™s electricity. Elliott remained by her side, ready to strike when given the order. He was a loyal PokÃ©mon despite having only been with her a few weeks to a month now. Maybe that was why she had picked him over a Charmander (because who would not want to ride on a Charizard in spite of rock slide?). She had a sixth sense that told her Elliott would be easy to work with, even if he was a bit goofy from time to time, and it had not let her down.<br/><br/>Danielle looked at the little green plant PokÃ©mon at her side. She held her finger to her lips and then gestured towards the Pikachu.<br/><br/>Elliott grinned widely and crouched down in a striking position. He knew what was coming, and she could practically feel the excitement radiating from him while they observed their prey. She took in a deep breath and pressed the button on the PokÃ©ball to enlarge it, â€œGo! Elliott, use vine whip!â€ She said, still keeping her voice hushed, to do her best not to spook the yellow mouse. No sooner had she spoke, Elliott, almost impatiently, dashed forward a few feet until he was standing in front of the Pikachu, completely throwing caution to the wind. He did have his moments where he was a little reckless. From that moment on the battle had officially began. Two thin, yet deceitfully sturdy yet unfortunately not lightning proof, dark green vines shot from the bulb on Elliottâ€™s back, zooming toward the little yellow mouse at an incredible speed for a PokÃ©mon Elliottâ€™s size.<br/><br/>â€œDonâ€™t slip up, now.â€ She told herself under her breath. Now was her chance. Danielle moved in swiftly, PokÃ©ball still in her grasp, ready to throw it as soon as the Pikachu was wrapped up nice and tight.