This was a task given to Chancelor by his father—a personal task the Grandmaster knew his son would see through to the end. "I dunno' what any of them were thinking. If I told em' once, I told fifteen times over: keep an eye on my Mankey." The teenager shakes his head, Pikachu roosting on the shoulder of the human, adorable little eyes scanning from left to right. "Why pop's decided to send him off to another Dojo is beyond me. I get it, he was making excellent process, but my Mankey always had one helluva' anger issue." The Teenager shakes his head, exhaling a deep sigh of frustration as he strolls into Choji Town, nonchalant steps carrying him forward with a very obvious lack of enthusiasm. "Now I'm the one that needa' clean up this mess. Man this some bul-," his words were ceased, eyes dead ahead—hazel orbs fixed upon the Ranger he was tasked with completing this mission with. "Ay' yo! Ranger Girl!" He calls out with a grin, an attempt to get her attention from across the way. He continues walking forward, steps now carrying a bit more pep upon seeing Jenna patiently awaiting him.

As he approaches, he speaks, bestowing a charming grim upon the female with pearly white chompers on full display. "How does it feel being the only Ranger within a fifty mile radius? Just your luck having to deal with a punch of angry little shits, amirite'?" The Teenager jests, Pikachu looking at the female before looking back at his Trainer.

"Pika!"

The assholish yellow mouse calls out, hitting the side of the face of his Trainer in an attempt to get Chancelor to properly introduce him. "Oh, right... Jenna, this is Dickhead 3000. Dickhead 3000, this is Jenna. I told you about her, remember? The whole Blaziken incident?" Pikachu leers at his Trainer with squinted eyes, slapping him a few more times before flipping the youngest McQueen off. Afterwards, Pikachu jumps over to Jenna and settles upon her, trying his hardest to use his inherent cute charms to win the female over. All while being extra snuggling and adorable, a glare was sent in the direction of Chancelor. "Anyways, I'm probably the best guy around who knows how to deal with annoying dickheads." Chance puts extra emphasis on his final two words, glaring directly at Pikachu—mouthing a few words akin to how a mother would a child acting a fool in the public eye. "Besides, I heard my own Mankey happened to be with all the others causing issues for this village. Gotta' love it, right?" Broad shoulders shrug, "How have you been tho'? How's the pup?" Chancelor inquires, eyes leveled upon Jenna awaiting her words in regards to the rescued Houndour.

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When she tells him to brace himself a brow is cocked, when the Houndour is called upon, Chancelor suddenly understands fully on why the Ranger would tell him to brace himself. "I've been callin' her a him this entire time." The youngest McQueen squats down and begins to rough play with the adorable coal colored hound—mock growling as he challenges her strength. "Jenever. Jeni for short, that is too precious." The martial-artist says with a little laughter, still growling and playfully forcing the little pup to stand on her hindlegs. "Of course the girl remembers me!" He says with a cocky grin, "I'm the baddest motherf-," In the presence of a child, one should really watch they say. Clearing his throat, Chancelor continued on with his words, "she watched me take on a Blaziken for her. I think I got myself a little fan." The smile never left his face, pearly white teeth greeting the adorable Houndour alongside his playful ways.

"My Mankey was a little... Aggressive is an understatement. He was something else. My old man thought it best If I kept him home. At the family dojo, y'know? Where he could learn to fully master and control whatever beast had control over his body. I'll be able to recognize him based off that alone, just look for the most cruel, psychotic, and bloodthirsty Pokémon you have ever seen... That'll be my boy." Chancelor sighs a little, Pikachu still in the arms of Jenna realizing this was actually effecting his Trainer in a negative way.

"Pika! Pika!"

He calls out, getting the attention of the youngest McQueen, a head bob; a universal gesture between the two which told the other to keep this head up. Chancelor shakes his head with another burst of soft laughter. "It's pretty complicated but I'll work it out." He adds, picking up the Houndour in his arms before standing back up fully. "We outta' get to work, tho'. The sooner we handle this the better off Choji will be, y'know?" He looks at the female with steady eyes.

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✝ notes - like shooting mankeys in a barrel ;3c .

Chancelor nodded at the blunette, figuring it'd be wise to not only take her suggestion, but also follow her due to the fact she was a local of this little village. Still somewhat playing with the very adorable pup, he'd let the girl down while gesturing for the very obedient Dark type to follow closely beside either himself or her Trainer. "An abandoned Dojo? That's no good. Dojo's are already rare this day and age, when one goes abandoned that's an entire legacy just forgotten." He speaks directly beside Jenna, a sense of pride only a seasoned Martial-Artist could exhibit. "Plenty of room and things to destroy for a band of little tyrants. An abandoned Dojo makes the most sense in the grand scheme of things." Chancelor slowly rubs the back of his head, wracking his brain on the reasoning how and why a practitioner of the fighting arts would allow their livelihood to crumble. It made no sense to the teenager, mainly due to the fact martial-arts is all he knew and owed a great deal to it.

"Did you hear that?" He asks the Ranger, eyes looking around—as the distinct sound of grunting and snorting could be heard around them from the trees. "Looks like we're gettin' close, huh?" He says to Jenna, a hand grabbing hold of a PokéBall which summoned a Pokémon—an extremely tall and stoic Blaziken. The fighting fowl heard the sounds too, those battle hardened eyes of the chicken watching as hostile little pig-apes leaped from branch to branch as the party continues up and over the hill. "I bet the Dojo is gonna smell like a goddamn petting zoo..." Chancelor airs with a tone of disgust, just the thought of all the rancid smells enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in attention.

✝ tag(s) - Jenna Wright .
✝ notes - like shooting mankeys in a barrel ;3c .

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The two mankeys that had bowed were dismissed, joining the others as they banged their fists to create a cacophony of violence–grunts and shrill exclamations of outrage. They had been enraged to know that the trainer of their leader had returned. Jenna cast her gaze from one angry face to another, noting that despite their rage, they remained seated. A wild mankey lacked that control. The Primape must have beat them into shape, passing on what he had been taught.[break][break]

That meant they were stronger than she had originally believed. It meant they were organized. She stepped behind Chance, watching the mankey that had tried to challenge his blakizen return to the dojo; defeated. Sounds were exchanged that the Ranger could not understand–but the message was clear. With Chancelor's victory, it was now her turn to prove herself. Another mankey stepped forward, boasting a bandanna that the girl recognized.[break][break]

It was the same bandanna that the people of Choji associated with their ancestors. People would have those hanging on the walls of their homes to respect ancestors. Her foe must have found one in the ruins of the dojo... but it seemed to be worn with care, not like it had been looted. An old trainer had given it to the mankey, perhaps?[break][break]

“Yeah. I know what to do,” and she fished one of the pokeballs from her belt.[break][break]

Jenna took a small step forward, standing outside the ring they had drawn. Unsure of the customs that come with being in a dojo, she gives a nod of acknowledgment to the fighting-type. “Alright, Sterling. Let's do this.” The capsule parted, her pokemon roused by the simple tap of her thumb against the release.[break][break]

Her Rufflet appeared from the red light. Smaller than his foe, he yawned and stretched his wings before noticing his surroundings.[break][break]

The mankeys were immediately amused by the small bird, laughing and banging their fists against the ground. He looked like a hatchling. He was far too small. His wings were far too tiny... but Jenna knew better. “You ready?” She had to raise her voice to be heard, directing her question to the bandanna-mankey. She nodded, crashing both fists together in a show of force.[break][break]

Primeape flickered his glance from Chance to the battle, but only for a moment.[break][break]

Sterling gave a hard flap of the wings, allowing him to gain some air. Despite his ability to fly, he seemed interested in staying within the chalk boundaries. The moment he gave a flap of the wings, his foe seemed to recognize that she had to strike now–and fast. Even if Sterling looked unassuming, he still had the type advantage.[break][break]

She started the battle with two wide sweeping strikes of her arms. It was delivered with such speed, it almost seemed simultaneous; cross chop.[break][break]

Sterling responded, realizing that his foe might be faster than him–maybe, she was even stronger. Without Jenna's orders, he adapted accordingly. He could fight on the defensive. As the blow was delivered his way, he used his maneuverability to swerve beneath it. It had been a perfect corkscrew, but so close to the ground, he had to keep his wings folded and land on the ground with his talons–[break][break]

He lunged, using the hidden strength he carried in his legs to allow a perfect retaliation. He struck against his foe with a burst of speed and a crack from an impact that surprised everyone in the room; aerial ace.[break][break]

The Mankey was launched, but her feet managed to touch the ground. She skidded, but came only an inch short of the edge of the ring. Now, she realized he wasn't to be underestimated. With the failure of her first move, she geared for her second.[break][break]

And Sterling had been foolish enough to continue his trend of aggression, allowing himself to fly in range of her next attack; stomping tantrum.[break][break]

A stray fist managed to catch the side of his head, blowing him away with just as much force he had delivered –if not harder. Dazed, Sterling almost dropped from the air. It had done more damage than he or Jenna had anticipated. He shook off the pain, ignoring the throb of pain that now radiated from where he was struck. Had he been just the slightest bit weaker, he knew he would have lost. There was no question about it.[break][break]

But he didn't. “Sterling, that's risky!” Jenna had suddenly shouted, realizing what he was gearing up for, but he didn't pay her protests any mind. He knew what he had to do.[break][break]

Still in the middle of her tantrum, the bandanna-mankey watched him fly upward, up through the hole in the ceiling. Was he fleeing?[break][break]

But then there was a whistling, a disturbance of the wind, and when her Rufflet had flown high enough... he came back down. A long loop. He tucked his wings and allowed himself to fall. He crashed into the mankey with all the force that his body could muster, treating himself as if he were a bullet. The moment the attack connected, there was a surge of wind that kicked up clouds of dirt and dust, followed by the sound of the impact. He had used Brave Bird.[break][break]

“Shit!” She blurted out, ready to run to see if he was alright... but the clouds seemed to clear. Sterling was still standing. The mankey wasn't. Even if he looked battered and at the edge of defeat, he still had enough strength to finish the fight with a bang.[break][break][break]

The enraged mob of Mankey's began to rock back and forth as yet another one of their own was bested by another human and their Pokémon—one of their strongest among their ranks at that. Chancelor maintained locked eyes upon his leading Primape, just to ensure the unpredictable beast didn't have anything 'underhanded' planned. "Now get behind me," he tells Jenna who had took the battle in their favor. By standing on an equal field with Chancelor, the gang of Pokémon would believe them both to be challenging their leading Primape, and, if that was truly the case, they'd surly find themselves mobbed by this collection of berserks wanting to tear them both to bloody shreds. If Jenna followed instructions, Blaziken would begin to take her place by the side of Chancelor. "It's just you and me now, G. Just like the good ole' days, huh?" Primape grunts uncontrollably before shooting up wildly, heavy and powerful fists banging on the weak floorboards of the abandoned dojo. The gaggle of Pig-Monkey's joined their leader to get themselves further riled up and pumped for the next battle that would decide it all. However, all this floor pounded and jumping up and down literally began to make the old dojo rock like a ship on uneasy waves. Primape then launches himself at the nonchalant fowl like a rocket, clearing roughly twenty meters of distance like a bullet from a gun. "Holy shit he is fast!" Chancelor blurts out both surprised and impressed as Blaziken blocks the preemptive punch with a punch of his own—the impact of both these powerhouses more than enough to cause a few floorboards underneath them to crack and crumble under all the pressure.

"You gotta' take this one seriously, Boss. I know he is easy to predict, but trust me. Underestimate him even a little and you'll fall to that rage." Blaziken, locked in a display of physical prowess with the raging Pig Monkey took the words spoken by his human into consideration as he began to formulate a battle tactic. Primape continued to grunt wildly as he quickly grabbed on to the arm of the chicken, used the long appendage as a type of 'bar' to swing upon, and land a spinning kick into the gut of the fowl. This very acrobatic and agile strike caught Blaziken off guard—making him reel back in retaliation and take the defensive. Primape landed on the ground gracefully and was right back on the Blaziken like a hornet. He was so swift, so brutal, so ruthless, Chancelor himself was completely taken back by this type of 'mastery' on display. He had never seen Primape exhibit such a brutal offensive; he found himself smiling despite witnessing his Blaziken get pummeled on all sides.

The Fighter took his eyes off the action for a moment to take a closer look at the wobbling dojo. Above them were a collection of Mankey swinging and jumping from the dry rot support beams. "This fuckin' building is going to collapse if they don't chill out with that shit!" He announces to Jenna, pointing up at the very reckless Mankey stomping around the rafters. Turning his vision back to the fight, Blaziken began getting the upper hand on Primape—finally able to find an offense and go with it. He was utilizing his height advantage and crazy long legs to keep the rampaging animal at a distance. Primape, annoyed at this sudden change in pace charged recklessly with no strategy or defense. He leaps at the brawling fowl with both hands cupped overhead ready to swing down on Blaziken. He sees this as the perfect opportunity to end the fight and kicks forward with a leg coated in an intense fire. A Close Combat from Primape and a Blaze Kick from Blaziken clash in an epic and almost unbelievable display of raw physical power—this time the entire floor of the dojo begins to collapse to reveal a dark, deep, and dusty basement; but to them it appeared as nothing more but a dark abyss. "Fuck! We gotta shake! Like now!" Chancelor exclaims to Jenna as Mankey's began pouring from the sky and Mankey's began falling into the basement. It appeared the roof was always collapsing down upon them; everything was happening all at once. Blaziken, standing over a physical exhausted Primape takes this chance to escape before getting buried under all the rubble—escaping via hole in the roof.

"You and Pikachu get outta' here." Chancelor screams running across the dojo over to Primape, "I gotta' get my damn ape." With that being said, he stands over the exhausted Pig Monkey and places a hand on his shoulder; the hand being knocked away almost instantly by Primape. "You're better than this." He says once, "You're better than this." He says again, Primape beginning to stand. "We're better than this." Chancelor repeats one final time, words he always told Primape when he was still a young Mankey attempting to control the limitless rage within. He grabs hold of the Pig Monkey, picking him up Fireman style and rushing out the still collapsing dojo; making it at the literal last second.

✝ tag(s) - Jenna Wright . .
✝ notes - like shooting mankeys in a barrel ;3c .

"We ain't outta' these woods yet..." Chance says in response to Jenna, eyes dead ahead at all the Mankey's looking directly at him holding their bested leader as if he was some sort of live game for capture. Blaziken lands directly in front of Chance, flames blazing from wrists, daring any Mankey foolish enough to approach and make the first move. Pikachu joins in the stand with the blazing fowl, leaping from the tight arms of Jenna and landing directly on the shoulder of the towering chicken, chubby arms crossed up against a furry chest. "Call them off," Chance says to Primape, letting the leading Pokémon down on the soft grass; a completely collapsed dojo behind them all.

"We can start anew, Boss. Me and you, I ain't gonna' give up on you if you don't give up on me." He then takes a step forward, moving past his guarding Pokémon to face the massive collection of raging Pokémon. "I ain't takin' him away so you can put those fists away. I can tell all of ya' would die for him and that's loyalty I can respect and stand behind. Your home was destroyed, but I have full intentions on rebuilding it and making it better. So don't go anywhere, guard this rubble for me until I return and we can build something amazin'." Eyes are fixed back upon Primape, the Pokémon showing self-control in his anger. He nods in understanding, and, when he nods, the others do too. "Thank you, Boss." He says to Primape, extending an fist in which the Pig Monkey bumps with a bony fist of his own.

"Now we outta' the woods, but maaaan don't I got a bunch of work cut out for me." He sheepishly rubs the back of his head, eyes fixed upon the Ranger. "Find out what you can about the family that owned this land, yeah?" Chancelor asks, eyes now on the group of Pokémon rummaging through the debris casually.

✝ tag(s) - Jenna Wright . .
✝ notes - like shooting mankeys in a barrel ;3c .