Vinnie was down, but not out. One more attack would've been enough to knock him out, but... seemed like Zapdos wasn't up for it. Groaning as he got back onto his feet, the Venusaur tried to shake of that lingering staticky feeling as he looked down on his fainted opponent.

This was the douchebag Lash trained, wasn't it? Well, he needed a helluva lot more training, that was for sure. With a snort, Vinnie was about to just leave him there and get himself checked out at the Pokecentre. Something stopped him though. There was a nagging sense of guilt - how did you get into a fight again after that resolve to be less violent. Plus, he still owed Lash, for the oar and for sort of barfing on her.

The Venusaur wedged his head under the unconscious bird to get the legendary to rest between his neck and flower. It normally would've been a bit trickier without his vine whips, but it wasn't as though there were leaves to get scrunched up in the way now. With a bit of a slow limp, Vinnie dragged both of them to the nearest Pokemon Centre - even if it was with extreme reluctance.