God only knows wtf to call what that Sentret was just doing because it sure as hell didn't match up with the 'attacks' it knew, but Heather wasn't going to stop and ponder. She was just glad that it was apparently a quicker thinker than she was. Mentally kicking herself for her hesitation (why was it so hard to see her little monster thing hurt like that? Normally she didn't even like animals that much...), she watched the bat with narrowed eyes.

... Awh. You know actually it wasn't that scary. She felt kinda bad for it. Especially after watching it get booted off of its trainer's coat. Admittedly she hadn't been super nice to her critters, but ...

Oh well.

Time to get serious.

Looking a little less smug but no less determined, she clenched her fists at her sides. Now that she wasn't worried about something sucking her Pokemon's BRAINS out, she could remember the attacks.

"Okay, Raccoon Thing, use Scratch on that sucker!" _{Something Heather has a penchant for though she'll never admit it: terrible puns.}

The Sentret, now wearing a fresh mud-beard from its nosedive, launched itself at the flying Zubat, claws slashing!