Draven paused for a moment. Looking down at the Pikachu, she was cute, for a pokemon. And a Pikachu. How many people could say they caught a Pikachu? Draven tilted his head slightly as she skittered around nervously "hey calm do-" Â out of nowhere she hurled the pokeball and it slammed into his face "OW DAMNIT!" he swore angrily, holding an arm up in front of his face to protect it.<br/><br/>"What the hell was that for?" he demands, glaring down at the little puffball angrily.