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[The feed clicks on, and everyone is greeted with Guzma grinning like a total jackass. He looks the part too, white and black hair, yellow sunglasses on his head that are asymmetrical, purple around his eyes that... might be makeup? Lets not forget that fat gold chain around his neck with a gold emblem of a S that looks like a skull. This guy is, uh, something else.]

Attention fellow ImPorts—it's your boy Guzma!

[He pauses a moment, as if making sure he's got people's attention, like what he has to say is somehow important. Well, he thinks everything he has to say is important on some level, but whatever.]

This shit really connected to y'all? Awful convenient, huh? Guess y'all better get used to hearing from ya boy on the regular. That's right, big bad Guzma ain't gonna be letting this shit fall into disuse.

[Great news for you guys...]

So! If you ain't looking for a beat down, I suggest you make yourself useful. I just showed up, and while I ain't no punk loser who ain't got a clue on how to deal with being brought somewhere new so suddenly, may as well do some info gathering, huh?

I suggest you cough up what useful shit you got to share that them stiffs didn't go into. Don't go wasting my time with useless garbage, neither. I'm in the mood to kick some ass, so if you wanna just hand me an excuse to smash your dumbass into the ground, I ain't gonna stop you.

[Honestly, is he looking for info, or a fight? Maybe both. He shrugs, and then points to his head, tapping his temple while emphasizing his next part:]

But! Those of ya who got something in that skull of yours, y'know, a little bit of sense? A brain, maybe? You'll realize real quick what a stupid idea it is to get on the hated boss' bad side.

So, hurry it up! I ain't got all day.

[Yes he does, he literally has nothing better to do right now.]

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[—However! Guzma catches the movement, and in his surprise activates one of his powers. One could say his dick is diamonds right now, but not in the usual use of the phrase. When Archie's leg connects with his goddamn groin, it's like he just kicked a dick of concrete, and Guzma is left unaffected.

Not that he didn't jerk upward from the blow, and from surprise, but he's left laughing, even if there's a little sweat forming on his brow.]

Y'know man. When you started to go on about being against ImPort on ImPort violence, I almost believed you. But now I see you're just full of shit—

[And with that, Guzma will take the chance to grab at Archie's shirt with one hand, and throw a punch at his face with the other.]

[he yelps in surprise and pain when he connects with what feels like the hard on to end all hard ons. it hurts and suddenly guzma has his shirt and he's tanking a punch. fine. ow. okay. the punch connects but it doesn't do anything to actually slow him down or make him regret this. he grips guzma's arm with both hands, twisting it around the way the bone doesn't want to go as hard as he can.]

Like words have ever done shit to change anythin'!

[okay. he's going to assume this doesn't just cover guzma's groin, but you know what? he'll keep fighting even if it's like literally boinking his head off a brick wall. he said he would! what's a little more brain damage, honestly?]

[Guzma's satisfaction from both Archie's yelp when he hurt himself on his dick, and the connection of his fist against his face is short lived. Especially when he grabs his arm with both goddamn hands and twists it. There's a sound of surprise and pain that leaves Guzma, and his body starts to buckle under the hold—but there's something else brewing in that thick skull of Guzma's.

It's his anger.

Don't get me wrong, he's having a blast right now, but nothing accompanies fun like anger! It's like wine and cheese, not that Guzma's the type of yuppie piece of shit who enjoys that sorta pairing, but you get my drift. With Guzma's anger, comes his boost in strength.

Through gritted teeth:]

Yeah!? Words ain't shit, huh?

[And with an absurd amount of strength, Guzma jerks his arm from Archie's grasp, steadying himself for a moment—before he's swinging it right back at him.]

[see, he made a horrible mistake. all the training archie's done, it's been in defense. that doesn't mean shit when you're stupid enough to start the fight yourself, does it? when you don't know what powers the opponent has? he'll reflect on this learning experience when he's battered later, assuming that super strength doesn't kill him. at least this time, he knows how to deal with a fight that's already started. he's able to duck out the way and mightyena? mightyena, who's just been watching this with a vague sense of damn my trainer is really stupid? he growls at guzma and barks, possibly trying to serve as some sort of distraction. it won't attack without orders from archie or if thinks look to be going seriously sideways though and right now? this is just a baby fight.]

What, like you're writing manifestos with those little love taps? [he snaps as he ducks out the way, practically hearing the strength behind guzma's punch. he's familiar with it from watching darin fight, but of course, they have two completely different styles. his options are severely limited against someone with super strength and a nigh-impenetrable body, but... what he did with guzma's arm, that worked. guess it's not all about hitting him. he grabs the opposite arm he's just ducked away from, twisting it again. this time hard enough to actually try and do damage, instead of a desperate gambit for freedom.]

[That dodge throws Guzma off balance, but it's aided with the force behind his swung fist. This new strength is not something he's familiar with, and so he wasn't able to compensate properly for it. This leads Archie to his opening, and ability to grab his other arm, twisting it like he had the other. It also forces Guzma's own body to compensate for the sudden shift and twist, making him face away from Archie while his arm is held behind his back.]

Fuck!

[It's practically barked out in reply to Archie's hold, and he can feel the muscles and tendons in his arm strain from how Archie's got him. Of course Mightyena's barking helps nothing, not that he's really worried about the Pokémon when he has his own.

Now there's a thought!]

Gotta give it to ya, you got some good reflexes. Not everyday someone puts me in a hold like this.

[As he talks, Archie can feel Guzma pulling against him, and even with it hurting him, there's a concerning amount of strength as he attempts to pull out of the hold—but he's still only human. The strength doesn't mitigate how much that fucking hurts, or how his muscles scream at him as he tries to twist them against the unnatural way they're being forced into. It might actually be damaging his arm worse as he attempts. But that's what that ultra ball he just grabbed is for.]

But like you, I ain't alone.

[He tosses to Ultra ball back—behind himself and Archie both. And from the light forms Ariados, who acts before Guzma even has to say anything at all! Hope you like having a 70lb spider on your back, Archie! Because Ariados is there and ready to sting your ass should you not let go of his trainer!!]

Edited 2019-06-09 20:09 (UTC)

[now, that's something he didn't expect. didn't expect a pokémon, didn't expect an ariados. he looks around at the stinger, wondering if...

he's taken a lot of poison in his time. from muk, from crobat, from sharpedo, from maxie's weezing... all of them are different types of poison, as ariados has one unique to its own species. he has an immunity to some of them and a built up one, but an ariados sting? that'd suck.

honestly, he's just glad it's not a galvantula. that'd suck even more.]

Now that's a healthy weighted Ariados, huh? [he says with a snort.] Brave Bird!

[it might seem like something of a random command, seeing as mightyena certainly can't use it. commanding mightyena to attack would be the obvious thing, though, wouldn't it? archie's figured if he's gonna get one up on guzma, it can't be by being predictable. in hindsight, he probably should've let crobat out before-- but, ah. learning. always learning. it busts out of its pokéball on his belt, shrieking as it launches itself into the sky then down at the ariados on archie's back.

which means... crobat'll be barrelling into both of them.

maybe he didn't think this through.]

[Guzma lets out a strained laugh at the compliment to his Ariados.]

As if any trainer worth his weight in Pokébeans would—[he stops when he hears Archie's command. His eyes going to Mightyena immediately, baffled. But it doesn't last long, because then he hears the release of a Pokémon, and the familiar screech of a Crobat.

Fuck.

He doesn't have time to react, but Ariados does. And the little fucker lets go of Archie, slinking down to the ground as Crobat collides with not just Archie, but Guzma too. The reaction was almost involuntary, and once the dumb bug has realized his mistake, he lets out a low, apologetic whine as the two adult fucking idiots go hurling forward into the goddamn concrete.

At least Archie's fall is broken by Guzma's huge ass body! Just like Archie blunted the impact of Crobat's attack. Look at that, they're already helping each other!]

—You fuckin' IDIOT!

[Yeah, he didn't have any time to activate his carapace, so he just landed nearly face first into the concrete, his glasses clattering off to the side from the bounce of impact, while his face and head slammed into it worryingly hard. Which has left him with a pretty nasty scrape across his cheek and up the side of his head. Fortunate that the side of his face took most the impact, or he might have broken his nose. Maybe lost a tooth or two. Goddamn are they fucking dumb.

Yet, he's still going. Somehow. Guzma is nothing if not resilient.]

[he bounces off guzma and rolls to the side as crobat clatters onto the pavement next to them. archie's pokémon doesn't seem as apologetic as ariados, letting loose a series of angry chitters that definitely sounds like you fucking idiot! what did you just do?! before hopping over to ariados to offer an apology and ask if it is okay.

archie rolls over, blood leaking from a scrape across his own cheek from where he'd landed off guzma's body. look at that! twinses!

(un)fortunately, archie's too stupid to stop, too. he pulls himself forward... away from guzma. he staggers up and goes to his glasses, raising his foot over them, but doesn't bring it down just yet. he has some decency, after all. he'd be devastated if someone ripped his bandana or broke his own chain.

saying nothing, he just looks over at guzma with a shitty grin. the grin of someone who knows how much accessories mean to a trainer.]

[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.]

You wanted a beat down, big bad bitch! You got one!

[he crouches down to take the glasses, brushes some of the dirt off them. saunters over to guzma with a little limp and holds them out.]

Come on. This was fun an' all, but while I delivered on my promise to beat ya into the tarmac, I ain't gonna leave you that way. [he holds his other hand out and says the magic words:] I can heal you. Trainers gotta stick together, right?

[Guzma watches Archie with the same focused aggression a guard dog might an intruder. He's rigid, untrusting, and frankly fucking pissed. What Archie says does nothing to help the matter, but he thinks this guy's a damn fool if he's under the impression this is over.

It's far from.

He's silent as Archie approaches, staring up at him with a dangerous look in his eye, which is made all the more poignant with the blood dripping down his face.]

Yeah. We do.

[He finally says, taking Archie's hand that's offered and pulling himself up. His grip's a bit harder than what's necessary--either on purpose, or because of his Herculean strength. Either way, it probably feels like his hand's about to be crushed by the time Guzma's to his feet, and releases it.

Wordlessly, he holds his hand out for his glasses.]

[here's the thing. archie thinks he recognises what guzma is about-- and maybe on several levels he actually does. without knowing the guy personally, however... yeah, he's underestimating him. he thinks this is drawing down. that maybe they'll get to discuss the stuff guzma wanted to hear about now. maybe not in comfort, but certainly no longer swinging at each other.

it's naive, in a way. naive to the attitude a trainer from his own world has developed.

he hands the glasses over, using all his willpower to avoid showing any pain.]

[Guzma is staying his hand at the moment. Well, not so much that he doesn't take his glasses, and putting them right back in their proper place, but he's not going to haul off and slug the guy. Not right now. Not when he hasn't been healed yet.

It's fake as fuck, but he smirks at Archie, before he looks to his bloodied hands, realizing he probably smeared some on his glasses. Also on Archie's own hand, but he cares less about that.]

Y'know, you ain't half bad. Here I was expectin' everyone to be a bunch of wimps.

[Honestly, Guzma's selling this pretty convincingly, so it's not even entirely Archie's fault for being stupid.]

But you're pretty wicked, in your own way.

[While they're talking, Ariados makes his way over to Guzma's side, looking up at his trainer, and then Archie. He doesn't do anything to draw attention to himself, he's just curiously inspecting them both, because... well, Guzma's giving some weird vibes, and he knows his trainer, yet he's acting all friendly...]

Whatever. I gotta keep contact for this so-- [he keeps a grip of guzma's hand, rainbow aura that indicates his power floating up from his own hand and sinking into guzma's. maybe as an experienced trainer, guzma will notice it looks very similar to the move heal pulse. maybe he won't. either way, it starts to work immediately on any damage to guzma's person.] Hold still.

Yeah, yeah.

[Guzma watches as Archie uses his powers, and sure enough it looks like heal pulse. He might not be one to use such moves, but it doesn't mean he hasn't seen it, nor that he couldn't recognize it.

It's... a weird sensation to be healed so rapidly. The sensations that are meant to be felt over time, are suddenly experienced in seconds. It's a strange discomfort, yet somehow kind of refreshing. Idly he wonders if this is what it feels like for Pokémon being healed at a center.]

That's pretty useful, yo.

[He offers a little dismissively, but when Archie goes to pull his hand away he'll find that he can't. It's not that Guzma's grip has tightened any, in fact his fingers aren't even wrapped around Archie's hand. There's something else holding him there.

Guzma's grinning at him. There's danger that dances behind those eyes.]

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archie is QUITE CONFUSED that he can't pull back-- not at least because guzma isn't using his strength to hold him there. just how many powers does this guy have?!

well, he's not willing to have his face broken by someone with super strength. archie narrows his eyes, then--] Crobat, use Supersonic!

[Guzma enjoys Archie's struggle, it's just... Mm, chef kiss!

Especially when he can see the cogs slowly turning, as the pieces slip into place. As he realizes the mistake he's made.]

Ariados—Shadow Sneak!

[Gotta love them priority moves! With the order issued, Ariados offers a quick apology, before he melds into his own shadow as it expands towards Crobat. He erupts from it a moment later, striking at the other Pokémon with his horn.

While that goes down, Guzma's going to use the combo of his hold on Archie, and the strength that he's still got to jerk Archie forward into him, using him as a shield against that supersonic. Of course he has to crouch a little for it, since he's so goddamn big, but it's fine!]

[it hits crobat and throws the poor bat back, enough that the supersonic is poorly aimed and hits archie in the back anyway. it hurts like a motherfucker, right in his brain, but fortunately doesn't induce confusion. he probably couldn't get stupider, anyway. suddenly he's right against guzma and--

maybe he could bite him?

oh, right. he has mightyena out! maybe that supersonic did confuse him. he gets out a very muffled:] Take Down!

[then, to crobat:] Fly!

[that's not part of crobat's battleset. because it's not going to be a battle move. he wants crobat to use fly on him, which the big bat does when it has its bearing back. both of archie's pokémon jump into action; mightyena at ariados and crobat at the two again.

...archie also bites guzma's shoulder.]

[Archie might have been the one to take the supersonic, but Guzma may as well have with how quickly and disorientingly the next few moments go. He barely has time to react before Archie's barking out orders, and while Guzma's able to add his own:]

Fell Stinger! Don't let that Mightyena take ya out!

[It doesn't change that suddenly both of them are being raised into the air, to which makes Guzma cling to Archie with his other arm--AND THEN HE'S GETTING BIT? This just makes Guzma squeeze Archie all the tighter, which is a surprisingly strong crushing force, even with the one arm (his and Archie's hands are still stuck together, and this might not be by design).

Meanwhile, Ariados is certainly meeting Mightyena head on. While he's more of a sneak attacker, there's not much to be done when this big ass dog is charging him like this! So when Mightyena connects with him, he'll be getting that stinger!

...but even though it might have the type advantage here, that Take Down blunts the attack, jostles his aim, and it hits more like a graze than anything else. Welp.]

[after relatively dodging the attack, mightyena doesn't go in again. it just kind of... stops... next to ariados and shakes off the recoil damage, glancing over at the spider pokémon with a clearly concerned and confused expression.

crobat, meanwhile-- he's strong. archie's trained him exceptionally well and he might even be slightly stronger than the average crobat! top 5%!

but he can't carry both archie and guzma. crobat has no interested in hurting himself yb trying, so he lifts them a couple feet off the ground then drops them back down when it realises guzma won't let go.]

What the fuck! That was meant to make you let go, you dipshit! Get off me!

[Ariados shakes off the damage as well as he can—that hit him pretty hard, and he is but a fragile bug. But hey, Mightyena has relented his attack, and Ariados stays his own. Mainly because Guzma hasn't told him to do anything yet, so Mightyena's expression is met with an apprehensive one, as if he's trying to read deeper than the look of concern. Expecting something more insidious—he is a dark Pokémon, after all.

At least the drop isn't far! So Guzma's able to somewhat keep his balance when they land. At least he stops crushing Archie's torso with his arm, releasing him—but they're still "holding" hands.][He jerks both their hands up to show that they are still stuck together.]

—you ain't goin' no where. Not when we're like this.

[And as if it were the punctuation to his statement, that's another fist being swung at Archie.]

[fortunately, seeing as this is outside of a battle, mightyena has no vile intentions. he just sits his ass down and grunts, watching the two trainers drop out the sky. crobat flops next to them, chittering angrily. cussing both trainers out.]

I wasn't gonna run, ya sack of Taurousshit! [he snaps arngrily. only fueled by the fact he clearly can't actually do much to block that punch, which strikes him on the cheek pretty solidly with a crack. archie grunts, stumbling then...

oh.

oh no.] ARE YOU FUCKIN' KIDDIN' ME?!

[With Mightyena sitting down, that helps Ariados relax. A little. He feels a little better with Crobat joining them. He might even be scurrying over to settle next to Crobat, even if he's swearing at the two trainers. Ariados adores Guzma, but... sometimes...]

Yeah? Sure didn't—

[Oh.

Oh.

Yeah, not that Archie has a clear view with Guzma's fist still in his face, but the wide-eyed look of realization on Guzma's face definitely incriminates that this isn't at all according to plan.

He pulls his fist back. Archie's face follows.]

GodDAMMIT!

[So much for his smugness. It raises the question of whether or not their hands being stuck together was by design. It wasn't. Guzma was just taking advantage of an otherwise inconvenient situation. So much for that.]

Edited 2019-06-11 18:59 (UTC)

You stupid motherfucker! Let me go!

[his hands are taken. he can't see shit. crobat grunts, patting ariados on the back with one of its wings.

things that touch guzma stick to him, so.... clearly archie only has one option! hit him more! he throws a knee up to his stomach, maybe hoping that the fact he's clothed will stop his knee from sticking.]

[What a good buddy, that Crobat. Ariados is just watching this shitshow go on before him, and he wishes he had some Pokébeans. Maybe he'd be more concerned if they weren't both so fucking stupid, but there's a comfort in that fact, he supposes.]

I would if I—Ghk!!

[That knee hits him and...

...

yeah, we already know, no point in dragging it out, it's stuck. It's not about skin contact, it's on a molecular level, not that Guzma knows this. Or how to make it stop, or how he's activating it. It's all a mess.]

—Stop TOUCHIN' ME, idiot! That's just gonna make it worse!

[Yes, because this is Archie's fault.]

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