The sun was gradually setting, night was entering. In the ever green fields, far away from civilization, a Pikachu was quietly sprinting through. Something was after it, something dangerous. The Pikachu effortlessly ran down any tall grass that was in it's way, pushing it down with a mighty crunch. The small, quick Pikachu forced it self to run faster as it heard the Pokemon behind it's mighty roar.
The Pikachu doesn't know what kind of Pokemon is after it, but it is scared. It just wished that this Pokemon would just leave it alone. Pikachu then realizes that it shouldn't be running away, it should battle it. The Pikachu angrily, now that courage is prevailed, skidded to an abrupt stop with it's intimidating fighting stance.
The Pikachu has short, little electric shocks coming out of it's cherry-red cheeks. His ears were perked, it's lightening bolt shaped tail was raised up in the air, it's eyes angrily gazed at it's foe.
"Pika! Pika!" The Pikachu screamed, threatening to release its dangerous electric bolts at its foe.
The Pikachu had enough; it felt threatened. Pikachu felt its electric bolts release and aimed for the enemy. It used all it had, trying to hurt the enemy, but it did no good. Pikachu felt its energy decrease. It felt weak now. Pikachu sighed, knowing that he couldn't defeat this powerful enemy, and fled.
He knew he had to run before he could get hurt, or possibly killed. The Pikachu feld through the woods, running as fast as its little legs could carry him. Pikachu knew that this battle wasn't over yet, it only just begun. So, now, the mejestic Pikachu kept on running away, its time to fight its foe once again.