Char may not have been too bright, but he'd figured out the rules of fighting as a human pretty quickly. Fists, not claws -- those stubby fingernails could never break skin, anyway. Fire, wings, and tail all counted as cheating. Not that this had necessarily stopped Char from using them. No biting. Human teeth were duller than Charizard teeth; he'd doubted they would have had the same destructive power, either.

Thank goodness Vinnie was there to show Char that actually, yes, humanized teeth could hurt lots. Seriously. Lots.

Vinnie was rewarded with a sharp cry, equal parts pain and outrage that Vinnie would have the balls to actually bite him. With the shitty human version of his shitty Venusaur teeth. They were double-shitty! And they were actually ruining his shit! Vinnie had definitely succeeded in breaking skin; he would have been swiftly rewarded by a flood of oh-so-sweet metallic flavor not long after digging in.

The first instinct was for the trapped hand to seize up in an agonized parody of the claws he lacked, pulling his arm uselessly against Vinnie's grip in an attempt to break free. When it quickly clicked that this wasn't going to be successful, his free hand came to the rescue. He grabbed at Vinnie's throat, clamped his fingers down, and pushed. The angle was awkward, with Char trying to reach under his arm like that, but even if he couldn't pry Vinnie away, a little pressure to the windpipe often made for excellent persuasion.