This was a nice little conversation before the battle, they could joke with one another like friends, thought it appeared Roy was more interested in the oncoming battle. He’d be getting his fight, but when ken spoke of putting him in chains he just wasn’t talking for his health. If it came down to it he would arrest Roy despite not being a ranger and he would take care to make sure he was punished for any crimes he did. That said, he still did harbor a certain respect for the young man: Roy said what he felt and that was an admirable quality all in its own. Still, admiration would only get him do far.



When he looked down at the bounty of Pokemon before him he smiled, “So you have a few good looking Pokemon.” he gave a light compliment, “After I take you away I’ll be sure to give that one.” he pointed at the eevee, “A good home.”



With those words he’d send out his first Pokemon, not his machop but a Pinsir it’s tusks clicking together. “Don’t hold back! Pinsir, lock up that Mienfoo with your claws!” with that the bug type charged with its head lowered as it widened its mouth for a Vice Grip. If successful as soon as the Meinfoo was in its grasps the pinsir would raise its head and shake it violently as it squeezed the life out of the fighting type.

ROY CASE

The way he was battling was not becoming of a hero, but Roy didn’t know what happened to Ken after the last time they spoke. He didn’t see the pain he was in nor could he comprehend it. Ken understood that even heroes suffer and playing the good guy would only get you so far. As much as he detested fighting with such underhanded tactics he had to show himself that he could fit in with Zombie.

“Stop being so passive Roy!” he called out, even with the Meinfoo managing to get out of the hold ken was more than ready for the effort, “You better not use that as a rest!” he could feel himself becoming more excited as the battle began, Challenger was likely a strong pokemon and using calm mind probably gave it some sort of mental edge, but there was no room in this battle for rest, not even if a move allowed for it.

“Texas! Use vice grip on its right arm and Use harden as soon as you catch it!” he made yet another order, if the Meinfoo was faster, then that was more than okay, Ken wanted to push Roy to his limit this time. If the Pinsir managed to grip the Meinfoo’s right arm with the tip of its Pinsir it’d immediately begin a tight hold as he held it in the air and hardened its body all at once. Why harden? He was going to give Roy a show he had never seen before. With Harden Pinsir's toothy horns became as hard as steel making the move on its arm like an actual vice with the intent to render the arm useless.


ROY CASE

There was a side to Ken that most people were lucky enough to never see. Beneath his boyish exterior he harbored a great desire for power, strength, and a lust for a good challenge that’d likely rival even the most fearsome of Pokemon. Today when he met Roy Case he didn’t come just for friendly banter and another round of witty quips, he came to this route for a good fight and so far all Roy’s passiveness had done was anger him.

The smile on his face was gone, his brows were furrowed and his teeth barred as he glared at Roy from across the way in retort to his comments about the ‘wrestling muscle head’ he had met at first. He sucked his teeth.

When he next spoke his voice bellowed with venom as he snapped at the criminal. A hero did what had to be done to defeat the opposition, that’s exactly what Ken was doing he had no time for games, he had no time for stops nor did he want to have anymore friendly quips until the battle was over. This was a man trying to arrest another and if a Pokemon had to be crippled for the arrest to be made then so be it.

“TAKE THIS BATTLE SERIOUSLY!” he snapped, “If this is your best effort then I’ll make you pay the consequences for being so meek. If you expected another easy win you’re so damn mistaken it pisses me off. Texas, tighten your grip and use vital throw!”

The order came with a sneer, the Pinsir tightened its grip this time, given that the Meinfoo had only used calm mind instead of trying to escape it would increase the pressure and likely begin to tear the skin and muscle. With a tight grip, if the Meinfoo did nothing, if Roy ordered nothing to save his Pokemon a brutal scene would unfold. Texas would whip the meinfoo’s arm to the right before slamming the young Pokemon to the ground with a mighty throw. Still holding on to the arm meaning that it either would break from the force of the slam or worst.

"I'm not the one who'll shatter your Pokemon's arm. You are."


ROY CASE

Ken’s smile had returned, but it wasn’t one with elation. It was a grimace, his eyes became masked by the shadow of his brow and soon he wouldn’t say another word to Roy. The criminal’s Pokemon was out of it and if he was going to make it battle in such a state who was Ken to push the issue any further? “You’re going to make your Pokemon battle crippled? I imagine such a thing warrants karma to do the same to you Roy Case.”

He’d raise his head and stare from across the field at the criminal. Ken was just living a fever dream: Roy Case was just a boy, he wasn’t the criminal mastermind he had wanted to take down, but a fool too proud of himself and his Pokemon to realize when he was endangering himself and his team.

“I concede this fight.” doing a 180 from where they had begun Ken's face softened, but his smile still wouldn’t return. If they kept this up he would have crippled the Meinfoo further, so much so that it would need more than nurse joy’s machine to repair the damage.

Raising a Pokeball, Ken clicked open the sphere and returned his Pinsir. “I give you this gift Roy Case, as you are the victor. Perhaps you and this Pokemon can learn together what it means to battle as a unit and not a barking body.” with that he casually threw the Cyndaquil’s Pokeball at the young man. If Roy caught it he’d find there to be a fire type in the Pokeball, if he let it go there was nothing Ken could do.


ROY CASE