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Characters Involved: Ryotsu, Koopa, Kanpaku, Rocky, Nails, Fault, Akito, and NPC crowd. Wooh!
Well, it's nearing the designated time, and Koopa is finally making his way into the Training room, which has been converted into an arena, as it does, sometimes, complete with the bleachers out, filled with various Rockets behind the barriers that have been erected to protect them from projectiles in this combat. Shirtless, the Blastoise is showing off the various nicks and gouges in his shell, appearing to have resulted from many valiant attempts that failed to hurt him. Well, at least they all tried, right? Rolling his neck, the turtle waves to one side of the crowd, then the other, to the tune of significant applause. Some people may not like the soaker, but he's still got most of the team behind him.
Now, decked out in black in white stripes, a much, much smaller Pokemorph enters the area. The grounder, Rocky, brings the whistle that's wrapped around his neck and gives an encouraging blow, lifting his other hand in a fist. Although the sound is likely to be drowned out in the cheering, the gesture itself should do its job. This done, the confident Sandshrew approaches Koopa with the biggest grin on his face that he can muster. "Heyla, Koop! That duck should be here any minute, so I'll make this quick; a bunch of the guys are makin' a bet on the fight, and I was wondering if you wanted in on any of it. What do ya say? You or Ryotsu for the victory?"
With a hearty laugh, Koopa regards the Sandshrew. "I only bet on things that don't have a sure outcome, Rocky," he answers. Seems jovial enough, today. There must be something about giving someone their comeuppance that makes Koopa feel all warm and happy inside. Stretching out his arms and hefting his shell a bit on his shoulders, the water-type feels ready to open up a whole case on his unworthy opponent. He so does love days like this.
The Sandshrew chuckles in response, and nods to the Second In Command. "'Course, Koop. Hey, let me know when you're up for another round of the ol' basket ball, all right? I'll get us ready." Rocky steps backwards and turns, jogging to the side of the court to get the last bits of paperwork sorted before the match. Everything must be document, of course, for it to really count. And seeing Ryotsu used to wipe the gym floor is something that Rocky does NOT want to forget. Oh, how he HATES that Farfetch'd.
Who doesn't hate the Farfetch'd right now, really? Is there anyone? Then again, better not answer that. Who knows what would happen to the supporters of the duck. Koopa cracks his knuckles, continuing to loosen up. "I think I'll be warmed up after this... If you can get the gym cleaned up, I'd be up for a game," he answers, feeling rather confident about the upcoming battle and the complete lack of a trip to the infirmary... For himself, anyway. It is good being the SIC, but in a case like this, what's really nice is being 1003 pounds of living tank.
Front row, center... best seats in the house. Actually, it's just one seat, and a large, cushy one at that. Kanpaku sits alone, a space in the bleachers seperating his almost throne-like chair from the crowd by at least three feet; left, right, and behind. No lackeys are around him, nor guards, but it would be unfitting for a brute of a leader like him to look as though he needed armed protection, wouldn't it? His cold, steely-eyed glare is focused squarely on his Second, scarcely bothering with the sandshrew rushing to and from Koopa, he sits with elbows propped on the arm rests of his chair, claws folded in front of his lips as he hunches forward.
Great. Just... just wonderful. Now from the lockers appears the Farfetch'd in question, who pushes the double-doors in front of him with all the bitterness he embodies, stepping past them and toward the Sandshrew with the books. Rocky gestures toward the arena with his familiar smirk and a pointed claw that seems anything but friendly. "It's already set up, duck. Go at it." Ryotsu takes a deep breath and makes his way out to face the Blastoise then, clenching fists in an attempt to steel himself. As if the size difference weren't enough to dictate the odds, the Elite Rocket sports a muriad of bruises and cuts along his shirtless torso, echoing up along his heavily scarred arms, and shadowed by his swollen, blackened right eye. Gaze full of anger, Ryotsu clicks his beak once and turns his attention to Koopa. He might not win, but he ought to have a fair enough chance at causing some damage.
There's the duck now. Once again, Koopa rolls his thick neck, popping his joints. Cannons not even extended out of his back yet, the turtle regards the small avian. His brow furrows, and his eyes narrow, but he comes to having a mean, toothy grin. He's going to thoroughly enjoy this. "C'mon, puny," he taunts the duck, then, gesturing with one large hand at the Elite. "Let's rumble. I'll even let you have the first shot." Confident? For sure... He didn't expect Ryotsu to come pre-pummeled... That might make this even easier. Well, he did expect the black eye, anyway. That was the turtle's doing. "Better make it a good one."
Kanpaku spares Koopa from the wrath of his glare as Ryotsu appears in the arena, the duck then winding up on the receiving end of that frosty stare. It's only his eyes and ears that move, cupping towards each combatant as they speak, otherwise there is no sign of life from The Boss, so rigid is he in his grand comfy chair. There's something terribly appraising about the look of him, though. Certainly, it would be good for Ryotsu's career if he could take down the Second-in-Command...
Ryotsu slides a foot back, feeling the shift in his center of balance. How generous of him. It won't matter in the end, but he might as well get the ball rolling. The Farfetch'd reaches to the side of his right leg, withdrawing an onion sprig from the pocket there, which he pulls in front of himself. The living weapon glints in the light, giving Ryotsu his characteristic smirk before he pulls himself downward in a crouch. He hasn't gotten much sleep and his head is completely muddled, but he sure drank a hell of a lot of coffee before coming here, and that's got to count for something. Without a word, the Rocket springs from his position on the floor in a lunging jump, swinging the leek visciously in a display of aerial ace. So far, he's unaware of the gathered crowd; he just has to focus on Koopa and Koopa alone, just like Fault told him.
As the duck barrels towards him, Koopa widens his stance, stomping a foot into the classic sumo position, shifting slightly to the side, and moving his head as the leek comes down, getting his face out of the way, but not bothering to make any attempt to fully avoid the attack, a loud scraping of the weapon against his shell announcing the hit to the crowd, though the initial attack does nothing to knock the turtle from his place or off his balance, though there is a nice new slash in his body's armor to compliment those already there. "Nice try," he admits, before thrusting down his massive fist towards the duck, intending to hammer him into the ground. This would be the moment to move away from the incoming death.
Honestly, Ryotsu didn't expect his first attack to hit. And really, he'll be pleased if he gets one or two good ones in at all. Once his feet hit the floor, the Farfetch'd pulls his legs under him, moving into a rolling manuver that pulls him away from Koopa's retaliation. This ALSO puts him a bit behind the Blastoise, which works well for his next attempt. He takes a breath, making a fist to lunge at Koopa with, gathering his energy to aim a steel wing right for the back of Koopa's knees. If he can get him down...
The Blastoise's fist slams solidly and heavily into the ground, a sound akin to a refrigerator falling over or something similar. And, again, a collision booms through the arena as Ryotsu's attack drops Koopa to his knees, balanced on one hand. He hasn't really made an attempt to avoid getting hit at all yet, and he still appears focused and untroubled even as he is knocked off his feet, shell-turrets sliding open, and cannons emerging, rotating into place with a solid click into place. "Is that the best you can do?" Koopa taunts, even as the one who hasn't landed any hits, before raising his arms, causing dark, misty clouds to gather overhead, and a harmless rain to start falling over the combatants, focused enough to leave the crowd dry. No, Koopa isn't going to dance for his Rain Dance technique. That's undignified.
And a good thing it is, that the rain doesn't fall on the crowd. Kanpaku might not take kindly to getting wet, you know? His tailtip flicks slightly and a brow raises as rain patters against the protective barrier seperating crowd from combatants, and in the back of his throat rises a growl easily lost amidst the cheers and jeers of the rest of the onlookers. Maybe the loser should be made to clean up the floor at the end of this... Don't slip, now!
A certain Furret in the crowd flinches at the two large booms, even though his ears are flattened. Hell, you can -feel- the ground shake thanks to the extremely large turtle morph. Akito furrows his brows a little more as he watches this horrible excuse for a 'contest'. Punishment, is what it is. More punishment. As the first drops of rain start to fall over the two opponents, Aki glances up and lets out a soft swear. Comeon, Ryo! Get him... get him quick, before he starts using those twinky water attacks. Pfft. Elemental types. Cheaters, all of them. Fists balled into tight fists, the Furret watches. You can do it, Ryo. Comeon, you're the toughest guy I know! ... Please, please don't die!
With a scowl, Rocky scrambles to the edge of the arena, as close to the crowd as he can get before he pulls an umbrella from the convenient bin there. "Come /on/, Koop," he mutters, opening it up to sheild himself from the worst of the rain. You'd think that he'd take the ref into consideration, wouldn't you? But nooo~oo. Meanwhile, Ryotsu shakes his head visciously, doing all that he can to ignore Koopa's taunts. Keep focused on the fight. Just on Koopa. No words, no thoughts. Just moves. The duck grits his beak tightly, wishing in vain that he had something of an elemental attack to combat against this. Floor wet but still tractionable, Ryotsu snorts at the water on his beak and lunges again for the Blastoise's large tail, swinging upward with his leek in a furious slashing movement. His skin isn't as tough as his shell, right?
No, the referee is on his own, regardless of whether or not the combatants like him... That's just the way the Team works, right? Survival of the fittest and all. But, Rocky is tough enough to weather a little rain, or he wouldn't still be around, right? And, Ryotsu is right, Koopa's skin isn't as tough as his shell, though it is still quite tough, and the turtle is starting to turn on the floor as the attack comes, which cuts into part of his tail, but is deflected entirely once it connects to the even tougher part of his shell on his back, where he is nigh-impenetrable. Perhaps encouragingly, his tail is bleeding now, however. Finishing his turn, Koopa finally springs up from his knees, and runs at Ryotsu, swinging a potentially explosive dynamicpunch at the duck as he barrels by, not able to know whether or not he connected until already well behind the duck...
Thankfully for Ryotsu and /anyone/ on his side, the Farfetch'd has quite a bit of agility under his belt. He moves backward quickly, throwing himself over his legs to toss himself out of the way of the attack. Get up, move. Concentrate. Remember how he attacks. Ryotsu pushes off of the ground with a hand and gets back on his feet, taking off at a running start with the onion sprig held against his forearm. Time for a little swords dance. Though, really, it's unfortunate that he's at Koopa's back, where the Blastoise is the most inpeneratrable. Even so, if he hits it just right, maybe he could manage a hit to his arm...
And, so he can, opening a cut on the back of Koopa's left arm, not entirely unlike the laceration on his tail. Naturally, Koopa refuses to be discouraged. In fact, he just turns around, dropping into the classic Blastoise/Football Player three-point stance, ready to use his big ol' water cannons, though, as a certain someone had previously mentioned, he does no good job of hiding where he's targetting, looking quite squarely between Ryotsu's collarbones, and aiming one of his cannons right there, before letting off, with a resounding boom, a torrent of water at the duck, which builds in the rain as it screams towards him.
This is going well so far, right? ... Right? Nails looks on from the crowd, hair in her face as she watches the fight, despite her desires against being anywhere near this place while this was happening. Of course, no one in the team listens to the broken Jolteon, now do they? She wants to cheer on her once-boyfriend, but really doesn't want to call attention to herself... Though her forced seat in the front is working against her ideals. Hopefully Ryotsu won't notice.
Fault's watching, Ryotsu's sure of it. It's an entirely good thing that he has no idea who else is out there in the crowd, though. He HAS to keep focused or this is all over. He sweeps himself backward, eye darting from the released cannons to Koopa's face quickly, readying his leek again. Here comes the water. The Farfetch'd ducks down, throwing himself into a headfirst lunge at the larger morph, avoiding the water and instead swinging his weapon in a falsse-swipe toward Koopa's arm, bringing it around in a figure eight for his real attack; a slash aimed at Koopa's face. Now's as good a time as any.
It seems it was a mistake to drop down for this kind of an attack, Koopa realizes, not when he pulls his arm away to avoid what turned out to be only a feint, but rather when the skin between his eyes and onto his cheek is torn open, spraying a mist of his blood through the rain towards his attacker, and causing the turtle to rear backwards and backpedal a step, hand holding his face. "AGH! You little insect," he bellows, not really doing anything to counter just yet, giving Ryotsu a momentary respite. One can be sure he'll be back with a renewed force in a moment, however.
Oo, that could leave a mark. Another one, for Koopa's collection. Come to think, there's plenty of scaring to go around, between Koopa, Ryotsu, and Kanpaku. But wait, is that a hint of a smile, between those folded claws of the Glorious Leader? Too bad those claws conceal most of his cheeks, as well... the world will never know.
The blood that splatters along Ryotsu's beak and face does nothing more than encourage the bird, who again pulls one foot backward before leaping toward his opponent. This time, Ryotsu pulls his agility into his attack, springing up with coiled legs to use Koopa's shelled front as a bit of traction to get some air. Although this Farfetch'd is flightless, he understands that there are other ways to preform an Aerial Ace, and in the attempt to get Koopa down on his back, he'll do about anything.
Koopa had, admittedly, expected Ryotsu to use the moment to catch his breath, and, only lowering his hand from his face as the duck plants his foot on his chest, the turtle finds himself plowing into the floorboards with a deafening, resounding thump of his shell, and his half-ton of total mass. Sneering, the Blastoise realizes that he needs to stop being quite so overconfident in this battle; seems Ryotsu's had some additional training since Koopa last checked. That's fine, though. The SIC can take a few good hits and be just fine. He just takes the moment to concentrate, and get himself focused. This is just a minor bit of turbulence.
"Yes!" gasps Nails, unconsciously, though quite loudly, before she snaps her hands up to cover her mouth. Don't draw attention... Right. Especially now, when it looks like Ryotsu is going to come out of this the victor, right? He just needs to keep this up, and he'd even come out of this battle totally unscathed. Hey, Nails is admittedly surprised.
Ryotsu hits the ground just moments after the floorboards give their deafening call, taking just the aftershock into his form with a faint smirk. Thought flightless, he's still got his balance. The Farfetch'd turns quickly back toward Koopa, pulling his leek up with a savage grin. He's going to end this while Koopa's down. But then, that familiar voice catches his attention. Ryotsu snaps his head up, eye widening as he casts his glance around toward the stands. Nails. Jaw lowering in disbelief, the Farfetch'd in turn lowers his onion sprig, stepping back in a startled stumble. They brought her here to watch. To see him be destroyed. Monsters. Yet, she... Overcome momentarily with the grief that returns to his conscious, he turns his head away, gathering fists. Gotta... stay focused. Where's Koopa?
Koopa is, in fact, getting back to his feet, attention turned to look over at the girl who caught Ryotsu's eye, the grin returning to his face. "Ah, the girl that's got you all confused," he speaks, before looking back to Ryotsu. "You know, she's pretty, I'll at least give her that... It's about all she has." Raising a hand to scratch at his chin, he doesn't even bother to attack the duck, even as blood drips along his face. "I think, after I've broken you, I'm going to quite thoroughly enjoy giving her a good, hard fucking. What do you think?" He's got that cocky grin, still.
"Hmm..." Kanpaku's hands lower to rest on his lap, as Ryotsu encounters his moment of distraction, and there it is, his smile, for all to see! ...But that's no smile, no joy or pleasantness to be found on the Nidoking's pointed features. Ah, that Koopa... he has a certain flair for pushing buttons, doesn't he? If not for that, we might be less inclined to waive penalizing him for verbal immorality.
Great, she's made Ryotsu lose his edge he had just a moment ago, but, he'll regain it, right? ... Wait, what? Nails widens her eyes, falling back into her seat with a sick expression as she stares at Koopa. He's going to give her -what-? All the torture in the chambers is better than that. She may need to find a way to commit suicide in the prison if he's telling the truth... Something much more difficult than it sounds.
Dumbfounded, Ryotsu simply stares, eye wide in the sudden horror presented to him. Jaw dropped in a vain attempt to come up with some sort of response to that, the Farfetch'd can only stagger back another step at first, mind reeling much faster than he can keep track of. "Bastard..." he whispers, sneer returning to his beak as all his rage comes to a head inside of him. It's quite clear that something has snapped inside the bird; the glint in his eye is different, now, and his form positively seethes with his anger. Clutching the leek tightly, the Farfetch'd charges at the Blastoise swinging furious arrays and varients of fury cutter and attack, while his mouth keeps moving. "Damn bastard! I'll FUCKING KILL YOU!" It's hard to say if he's aiming for anything in particular at this point, really; all he sees is Koopa as a whole... all needing to be torn to pieces.
And that is entirely NOT the way to come at Koopa. While the crowd offers a collective gasp at what seems like possibly the finishing series of attacks, the Blastoise knows better, even as the rain drizzles to a stop. The leek connects with his shell and arms, leaving nicks on his shell and cuts on his arms, but he retains his stance, immobile. "I don't think you will," Koopa answers, voice low, swinging his left arm hard, even as he is still under attack, aiming to smash his massive palm against the right side of Ryotsu's head, on the blind side. A shame that the Team had been installing the cameras with audio feeds just the other day, isn't it? Early enough down in the bowels of the base to catch Ryotsu's little secret on the audio tapes, even...
Sure, there's little thought more intellectual than "huh huh, turtle gunna smash duck good now" running through his head, but you'd never know from that pointed, calculating sneer the Nidoking weilds. Kanpaku's claws soon rise, though, to again cover all of his face below the nose, leaving only his cold, uncaring eyes glaring out into the arena. A Meowth-Morph lackey in the standard jumpsuit and cap comes up beside him with a tall glass on a tray and lowers to one knee beside him, offering it up. The Leader's gaze is unwaving from the fight, however, and he makes no move to take it, leading to an ever-increasing amount of perspiration on the lackey's forehead as he holds as still as possible, occasionally clearing his throat but never getting so much as a twich of ears in his direction from the grounder.
With that, Koopa gets his first hit in. Ryotsu hits the ground violently, several feet from the Blastoise, ending on his side with his hands immediately springing to clutch his head. The onion sprig is lost another couple feet away, but the Farfetch'd isn't even thinking of that. Eyes tightly closed against the painful red swarms that cloud his mind, muddling any sort of conscious thought for a time. If there's one thing Ryotsu cannot handle, it's a hit to the head. He's had enough trauma there already. Though he opens hie eyes finally, vision swimming, stomach turning, and mouth opening in a groan, he forces his hands away from his head and to the floor. Need to get up... need to... Blood drips down from his beak at his feeble attempts, body trembling from the powerful hit.
Rocky drops the umbrella now, shaking it out before he deposits it back in the as-always convenient container. Looks like the game has turned the tide, and it won't be long before it's over. Cheerful with the rain stopped and ignoring the water at his feet, the Sandshrew crosses his arms in front of his chest. Really, why did they need a referee in the first place? It's not like anything is against the rules in THIS fight. Hah hah!
Cracking his knuckles, Koopa lumbers the few feet that the Farfetch'd travelled with the hit. Who ever said Ryotsu can't fly? It just takes a little effort from someone willing to help! And Koopa was just the man for that. "You know, I'm really getting tired of you arguing with my decisions," he speaks to the duck, before reaching down to grab at his calf and lift him upside down, several feet off of the ground. "But I think I've already told you that, and you don't listen to what I have to say."
And again, the world turns itself upside down and around, leaving Ryotsu to stare down at the floor while he tries to clear his vision in vain. He hangs helpless in Koopa's grasp for a time, limp and almost unaware. It's not until Koopa finishes speaking that Ryotsu actually tries to move, reaching his hands in a desperate attempt at touching the ground. Feathers wet with the gathered water from the gym floor, he's effectively wet and bloody laundry hanging out to dry, more or less limp and at Koopa's mercy. "Gghnn," he grunts, gathering some thoughts in his desperation. Gotta... concentrate. Gotta get... out of this... But, of course, Fault's repeated words echo through his mind, now. Don't let him grab you. Don't EVER let him grab you. God dammit...
Giving Ryotsu one good shake, Koopa speaks again. "Now, I think I'm going to have to add a little bit of emphasis. Make sure your ear-holes are open, and you're listening good. I don't want to repeat myself again." Rolling his neck, accompanied by the loud, thick popping of his spine, he reaches his free hand up to Ryotsu's webbed foot, to rest on top of it as he takes in a mighty, deep breath. He gives said foot a powerful, swift twist, the kind that quickly compromises the delicate bones in the ankle and the top of the foot, and just when he expects to hear a pop or a crack, he shouts at the duck the first word, voice echoing loudly in the arena "DON'T..!"
Ryotsu's eye snaps completely wide at the sensation in his foot, and he utters a painful cry before gritting his beak as tightly as he can. Swinging by Koopa's massive fist, the Farfetch'd has no where to go or way to release the adrenaline brought on by the breaking of his ankle. He breathes hard through his beek and nostrils, forcing his eyes closed again. What else can he do?
The crowd cheers, save a few select individuals, and it is obvious that, for all intents and purposes, the fight is over. What a shame the referee hasn't said anything yet, huh? Though, the bonus on his next check might have something to do with that... Or the money could be because of the improvement in the trainer's attitude. It's the latter, really it is! Koopa, meanwhile, spins around, swinging the duck high into the air, before arcing the hapless duck back down at the ground at a speed far greater than gravity could achieve from that height. "ARGUE..!" he shouts out, continuing. 'Don't Argue...', for those keeping track.
Indeed, Rocky watches calmly from the sidelines, arms folded over his chest in his calm, confident manner. He's waited a while to see Ryotsu taken care of like this. He'd have done it himself, were it not for the breaking in chain of command. It works so much better to have Koopa do it, anyway; he's so much more thorough.
Still uttering the occasional pitifiul whimper, Ryotsu opens his eye again as he's moved, finding the ground leaving him switfly and his ankle burning and tearing inside itself. It's not supposed to be pulled that way, and broken, it's not offering any sort of support. When Koopa makes his move downward, Ryotsu slams into the ground with a resounding SMACK, bringing a short, but anguished scream from his beak. The Farfetch'd, though dizzy, pushes his palms against the slippery, hardwood floor in a desperate attempt to scramble away from the Blastoise, though every move only makes the ankke that Koopa still has more injurered. His ribs too, now, ache; turning his stomach wildly over.
Now now, Koopa. Remember that the pitiful little Farfetch'd can't learn the whole lesson if he loses consciousness halfway. Mmm, but this kind of brutality Kanpaku can relate to; so easily picture himself in the Blastoise's place, flailing Ryotsu around. His eyes narrow further for a moment as that gets him thinking... sitting here and watching is actually pretting boring. More fun than reading or learning English, but less than crushing the dreams of badge-seeking trainers. Mental note to instruct Koopa to cut him in on the action next time.
The attempt at escape from the duck comes off as nothing short as pitiful to the Blastoise, who tightens his grip on the internally mangled ankle, sneering, and rearing his free hand up and back, clenching it into a ham-sized fist in the air. Dropping down to his knee for more momentum, and swinging that fist down with literally all the strength in that arm, Koopa aims one massive hammer punch at the Farfetch'd's shin-bone, the kind of force that would crack the hard, expensive floorboards. The team is lucky there is a perfectly good Farfetch'd leg in the way. "WITH ME!" he finishes, just as his fist comes down. Yes, don't argue with the Blastoise... Unless you're the Nidoking in the front row. For Herr Boss, Koopa makes an exception to that rule.
There's a horrid, sickening crack of bone snapping in Ryotsu's leg, and the Farfetch'd lets out a glutteral scream of utter, agonizing pain. Ryotsu digs at the floorboards uselessly, open eye reflecting the duck's internal horror- and he hasn't even SEEN his leg yet. There, ripped through the material of his pants leg juts the stark white of splintered bone, followed by cascading crimson that pours onto the floor in a dark pool. Breath impossible to catch and mind whirling, Ryotsu shakes his head violently again, tears forcing their way down his cheek. This is it. He's going to die.
But then, Koopa releases the mangled appendage, letting it drop to the floor, and the Blastoise actually rubbing his knuckles that crippled the duck. Hey, punching someone always hurts if you do it hard enough. "Now, is that such a hard lesson to learn, Agent Powell?" Koopa spits at the fallen duck, lumbering over to stand where Ryotsu can see him without moving his head. Koopa imagines moving really hurts right about now. "I can break more of you if you need a refresher, you know... There was this Rattata that proved quite well -exactly- how much punishment a body can take; I wouldn't mind repeating that if necessary," he speaks down to the Elite.
Face buried in her hands, Nails had stopped watching before Ryotsu's leg was shattered. It's her fault he just got hurt so badly, isn't it? Just as she said, she's nothing but a poison to Ryotsu, isn't she? Eyes too dry to cry, the Jolteon simply shudders in her seat, unable to bring herself to look at what pulls each scream from the Farfetch'd.
Meanwhile, in the back row watches Fault, who has no trouble watching the grizzly events. Isn't this what he said would happen? Or what he kept explaining was not to be allowed to happen, anyway? The Sandslash shakes his head, frowning deeply. Well, the duck did get a good hit or two in before being taken out of the fight so thoroughly. It's a shame, really... He just broke the two cardinal rules: Keep your head in the fight, and don't let Koopa grab you.
Another cry comes as the leg hits the floor, twisting oddly in the heap of bird. Shuddering on the floor, Ryotsu opens his mouth to respond without words, only to cough blood instead, turning his head on its side to stare up at Koopa, dazed, crying, and in unbelievable torment. Had he any sort of grip on his mind, he might force some words out to answer KOopa's question, but as is, a trembling, fallen Rocket, he says nothing. But the gasping, panicked, and livid expression serve as arrest into shock, which might be answer enough.
Finally, Kanpaku picks up the glass, and the poor, squirming Meowth-Morph heaves a sigh of relief, starting to stand... only to have Kanpaku set the glass back down on the tray after the slightest of sips, with enough pressure that he forces the feline back down on his knee... and all without ever having so much as glanced in his server's direction. Then up stands the Leader, stepping forward to the barrier, a forceful shove to push open the segment forming a door directly in front of his chair, and out onto the battleground he tromps, ignoring the water lapping at his boot-like feet.
"I'll assume that means I got through to you," Koopa responds, looking straight ahead from where he stands to see Nails in the crowd again, though he still speaks to Ryotsu. "But, I suppose I'll ask you again when you regain consciousness." And, with that, he rears back a foot to give the duck a solid, driving kick to his center-of-mass, before he can notice The Boss coming over in his direction. Really, this was all quite the production just to break the duck's body like this, but, it often has more of a lasting mental effect in here.
The last thing Ryotsu feels is the breaking of several ribs and this head colliding with the hardwood floor. Koopa's punt hit well; picking the body of the Farfetch'd up into the air, force crushing bones and giving enough lift for the return to ground to have strong enough impact. He hits head first, and while it miraculously doesn't snap his spine, by the time the Farfetch'd comes to a rolling halt at Kanpaku's feet, the Farfetch'd is completely unconcious. Leg twisted and mangled, head leaned back and turned, bleeding from the back of his skull, and body sprawled, the fight is definitely over. A pretty display for an example of traitorous punishment.
Right up to Koopa's side the Nidoking-Morph marches, facing the same direction, and for a time staring at Nails as well, even if he isn't aware of the Jolteon's significance. Then his gaze turns down, to the water, stained red with blood, his right foot lifting slightly and moving slight circles, churning it around. To Ryotsu himself, then, starting at the head and slowly working his eyes down, though he gets no further than the shattered bone protruding from the duck's leg, and all the while utterly silent. Up again his gaze rises, staring into the crowd at no one particular this time. "Pleased." is all the Mighty Kanpaku utters, althought the look on his face and tone of his voice suggest the complete opposite... you'll just have to take his word on it.
Koopa is quite good at accepting the words of his superiors as they are, regardless of seeming contradictions in tone or expression. "Thank you, sir," he answers, though with the fight over, his wounds are really starting to sting, particularly the one on his face. He supposes he will have to make a trip to the infirmary after this. He doesn't want to end up looking like Dr. Xibar or anything, for one, and... He'd really prefer not to bleed to death, either.
Rocky looks up from the books, where he's marked the results carefully in pen. "Well done, Koop!" he calls to the Blastoise, and then gives a wink and salute to the Big Boss Kanpaku. Oh, he just loves the Team. "I guess I better get a medic team in here, unless you intend for him to, you know, bleed to death." As much as Rocky hated Ryotsu, now that the Farfetch'd has been humiliated and beaten to a pulp, the Sandshrew has come to the conclusion that maybe he's not all THAT bad in the end. Naw, he's actually kind of a nice guy when it comes down to it.
*Thanks to Akito for editting this. :D
