For being as bold as he was, Vinnie wasn't one to be taken down by a few hits to the face - it was the humiliation that was really taking him down. He could taste blood in his mouth, feel his piercings tear, and for a moment the thought of fighting back against the pain didn't even cross his mind.

It wasn't until Char threw his own words back at him that something sparked in the back of his brain. Yeah, sure he was dead weight. Useless to his whole damn team. Too weak to help anyone he cared about.

But that feeling of self-doubt only applied to people he actually cared about.

Under no circumstances was he just going to let a stinking son of a bitch like Char get the best of him.

Bloodshot, blood red eyes flashed open, burning with enough hate that the Grass Type could've almost been mistaken for Fire. The Venusaur didn't even have words to articulate anymore, only a low snarl as he lashed out in mid-punch. Grabbing Char's extended arm in two places, Vinnie twisted it towards him and sunk his teeth deep into the Charizard's wrist, holding nothing back.

He may not have had a predator's fangs, or any sort of elemental bite, but his Venusaur teeth were still plenty sharp. And the soft underside of the forearm was just as vulnerable for a humanized Pokemon as it was a normal person. Vinnie wasn't letting go for anything, he was aiming to draw blood and then some.