Bruce grunted when the Pikachu landed on top of him. Taking in a small breath, the Nidoran puffed out some of his spines a bit and slowly started to wriggle his way out from underneath of her. He was not about to be bested by someone who just joined. No, he was a stubborn creature, perhaps prideful as well, and refused to be beaten so easily. All of his life, he had been that way. His siblings had shown him no mercy while he had been in the wild, and he had to fight for himself most of the time. Perhaps it was because he was still getting use to a trainer that he had that mentality. Then again Daisy, who was trying to wake Danielle up while this was going on, seemed perfectly happy not having a â€˜survival of the fittestâ€™ life. To him it shouldnâ€™t change just because a trainer was in the picture now.<br/><br/>No. A PokÃ©mon was meant to fight and he was going to keep fighting. It was going to take more than words to win him over; she was going to have to prove herself, though it was a bit low that he had targeted her while she was trying to sleep. He was having a tough time regaining the ground he lost, while he was still under her, he thrashed a little but was mindful of static, but he wasnâ€™t about to lose so easily. Once he was free he lowered his head, pawed at the ground like a Rhyhorn, and charged for the Pikachu a second time. His attempt seemed to work better than the last, for he managed to get a hit her this time around. Wasting no time, now was his chance to finish this, he quickly bared his teeth and lunged for her a third time.