[With Crobat's approach, Ariados takes a ready stance because all that cursing could have been at his dodge!!—but then calms down with the concern shown from the other Pokemon. He chitters out his own reassurance that he's fine, but then looks on to his splayed and bleeding trainer. His big purple glossy eyes filled with worry.
Meanwhile, in idiot-town population: these fuckers. Guzma's rising when he feels Archie's weight off of his back, but freezes in place when he sees where Archie went. Sees that threat. He's practically snarling at Archie, and his hand placements on the concrete behind to crack from how hard he's gripping at the ground. Of course, this is also making his hands bleed, because human skin is not stronger than fucking concrete, and so the pressure is just wearing it down.
Guzma doesn't seem to mind though.]
What is your fuckin' aim with this, huh!?
[Look, Guzma might be mad now, but he'll appreciate this underhanded approach later when he looks back on this. Probably.]
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Meanwhile, in idiot-town population: these fuckers. Guzma's rising when he feels Archie's weight off of his back, but freezes in place when he sees where Archie went. Sees that threat. He's practically snarling at Archie, and his hand placements on the concrete behind to crack from how hard he's gripping at the ground. Of course, this is also making his hands bleed, because human skin is not stronger than fucking concrete, and so the pressure is just wearing it down.
Guzma doesn't seem to mind though.]
What is your fuckin' aim with this, huh!?
[Look, Guzma might be mad now, but he'll appreciate this underhanded approach later when he looks back on this. Probably.]