Vapor ignored him. She wasn't going to run away this time.
In her backstory, she had let other Pokemon get to her feelings. She mostly hated Beedrills, because of what happened. When she was an Eevee, there was a Beedrill. It mocked her, and when she let her get to her feelings, the Beedrill stung her to show how weak that she was as an Eevee. All the other Pokemon said "It's fine, the poison will wear off." And then walk away. The only Pokemon that would help her was her mother Leafeon. She never had a dad, but she never really thought about it. Leafeon was hiding from the battle Pokemon, being the peaceful Pokemon she was, but she never came back to the forest. And Eevee knew exactly what happened.
Snapping back to reality, she saw a Beedrill stinging a Pikachu in the far distance. "Speak of the devil.." She muttered to herself. A small growl escaped her throat. She couldn't control her anger. She was about to jump off the tree when she saw her gauze on the branch she was standing on. Her scars were bleeding and throbbing. The scars were from fighting Pokemon away when she was an Eevee, as the war was just starting. Suddenly, she saw herself running towards the Beedrill in anger. "Stop messing with that Pikachu!" She yelled, shooting an Ice Beam at it.