No one can have more than their due

 It was a mistake to underestimate the boy, and one she immediately paid for. Shouldn’t have thought this was an easy arrest, shouldv'e paid more attention to her surroundings. Something rams into her boddy with all the force of a fucking truck, and she goes fucking tumbling. World spinning blinking stars of pain out of her eyes, as she lays on the ground and gasps for air. Coughing and coking to get her breathing straight.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me-…”

Jenny groans, tries to get up and and is forced back on the ground as she finds she can hardly move. Face running with tears of pain this fucking succks! Damn! Here she was, even feeling a little sorry for the kid. What a little shit. Okay it’s gonna take her a minute to get up from this, so instead she goes for her pokeball.

“You shitty little fuck- Shadow, book em!”

A zoroark materializes out of it’s pokeball, the dark type looming as it looks at the kid Jenny was trying to arrest, just for a moment, before lunging toward both pokemon and trainer to detain them.

Ryou really felt tempted to kick the bitch’s nose in while she was down. In fact, he was very much ready to do exactly that, despite Artemis growling at him that they should make their escape now. Despite his attached hands, the grunt gestured her to wait and began walking a slight bit closer.

He only figured that was a mistake when the woman heaved herself up with a Poké Ball in hand. Ryou just got the time to hop back before a towering Zoroark appeared before them, and wasted no time lounging in their general direction.

The grunt managed to dodge to his left, Artemis managed to her right, and the Dark-type was now standing right between them. Sounded like his initial idea of asking the Teddiursa to use Dig to get them out of here was out of question for now. He backed away sufficiently so the Zoroark wouldn’t be able to grab him. Were they going to have to settle this with a battle? Seemed like it. Talk about a pain in the ass.

"Art, start with Agility! Don’t let it touch you!”

Artemis growled in the affirmative. She began channeling her strength into her stubby legs. With her speed now enhanced by her move, she could easily run circles around the looming opponent. If that cop thought she had them outmatched, she had another think coming!

As Ryou backed away from the action, he felt his hands, still tied in his back, hit a wall, and in doing so, brush against the other Poké Balls at his belt. That gave him an idea, and all he needed for it was to contort his hand some.

"Win us some time! Fury Swipes!” He called.

A Deerling caught in a truck’s headlights wouldn’t have looked as distressed as Ryou now, as he struggled against the officer (was she even an officer?) shoving him down and wrestling handcuffs onto his wrists.

That was far from being the first time that happened. But when he was a minor, Ryou’s biggest concern about being caught was to be sent back to his old caretakers in Kanto. Now, it just dawned upon him he was old enough for actual jail, and that didn’t sound to his liking.

The chick was starting to get mad at him for fighting back. He didn’t care for her tone. Not nearly enough to even respond to her. Instead, the grunt just said the only word he needed to get out of this.

“ART!”

From the shadows, a Teddiursa suddenly appeared, and noticed the woman’s single-minded focus on bringing Ryou in left her vulnerable for a Feint Attack.  Not even a second later, the police girl would get very unpleasantly struck right in the abdomen and flung off of the grunt as if she’d been rammed by a Tauros.

As soon as she fell over, Ryou hurried back to his legs. The cuffs were already fastened in his back, but that wasn’t going to stop him now. As soon as he was steady on his feet again, though, he allowed himself a few seconds to gloat. Even though Artemis was unevolved, anyone with half a working brain would know that sort of blow could make a grown adult cry. Her ass wasn’t getting back up anytime soon.

       Always the same. Pitting the weak against her and her monsters. A good life lesson that nothing at all is fair when it comes to Rocket. You either work hard and eventually succeed, or die trying. And this was no different, except there was no death. Just a battle where she clearly had the upper hand. 

     As opposed to giving the guy a chance, she simply sent out one of her usual team, whatever ball she grabbed first, which happened to be her utterly ripped Houndoom - her most loyal and oh so favourite companion. Scarred in various places and with its fangs replaced by titanium implants, an illegal thing to do, it came as no surprise that the opposition didn’t stand a chance. The beast was made to destroy, even bite into sheets of metal if needed be, and with its fabled Thunder Fang move it posed a huge threat. But of course she had commanded it to use moves other than that one, so as to not obliterate the other poor Pokémon. A few Foul Play moves and it was over.

     ‘Stop, stop!’

     “Again.”

     She had seen various people try to protect their partners during battle, but didn’t expect it from another Rocket. The Houndoom had used its vast speed to try for another full body attack as commanded moments before the human appeared in its line of sight, teeth and claws out, only to strike the other trainer. It was a good job the Teddiura was a low down target or else the guy would’ve been utterly floored by a full on tackle of sorts.

     She didn’t even wince.

     …

     “Fair? Since when is anythin’ fair, mate?” She quips, arms folding. The Houndoom seems not to be phased by having hit the human, simply standing over him with its maw open, breathing steady. It hadn’t broke a sweat so to speak - If canines could even do such. “C’mere, Houndoom.” And the split second Shayan finishes speaking, it turns, striding to stand before her. It would look at its master, but it knows better than to turn its back on the opposition, so remains ready, head lowered, tiny pupils watching the human and Pokémon.

     “Get up.” She says, tone rather blank and empty to match her face. “You ain’ let me finish off th’battle.”

     Could she be so cruel? Perhaps. But as those next seconds tick by, she lowers her all too tall and firm stance, and exhales, rolling her eyes. Her muscular arms loosen also, dropping by her sides, instead her hands going into her pockets. So then she stands in her usual way, hunched and shady.

     “A’ight. Fine. I win, wotever.” There’s no suggestion that she will approach and help the guy, however. She just remains in place, watching carefully, clocking every move in her mind, seeing how this person will react now. What he will do. What he will say. Calculating. Hey, perhaps he could even be worth her time in future. But time will tell. “Now get up.”

Ryou was particularly well acquainted with harsh blows to the shins, thanks in huge part to the piece of shit he had for a caretaker as a kid. Getting hit point-blank by a huge Pokémon’s move was however definitely a new kind of hurt he never imagined.

It took the grunt all of his willpower not to just collapse or tear up after the massive Dark-type rammed into his leg. He miraculously held on, with only the shake of his voice and a prickling wetness in his eyes betraying the full effect the Foul Play had on him.

He could at least comfort himself knowing what pain he just spared Artemis from, completely disregarding the fact even the smallest Pokémon was better equipped than most humans for handling such shocks.

The Teddiursa began yapping angrily, running to his side to reprimand him for the reckless unnecessary rescue. Wordlessly, Ryou reached for her Poké Ball and called her back, mentally asking her to forgive him. She was going to be mad at him for a bit, he could already tell. Her Ball was shaking in his hand as he put it back to his belt.

Having no Pokémon left on the field made his defeat official, and Shay, after reminding him they were not here to play fair, did not wait a single second to declare herself the winner.

That was frustrating. Horribly so. Why the hell would they put him against one of their elite members for a simple second-stage promotion? His hands closed into fists over his bruised leg, as he stared down at the dirty, fissures-covered floor of the indoor arena.

He did not get to contemplate his loss for long, however, as Shay ordered him to get up. Without looking up, Ryou slowly tried to rise to his legs. The right one, he could lift easily enough. The one that took the full blow of Houndoom’s move, however, he realized something was wrong with it. There was something hanging loosely through the tissue of his muscles, like the whole thing was threatening to detach itself.

Then he made the mistake of putting his foot on the ground, and it was very obvious by the way he bent down and rested a hand on his good knee while barely holding himself back from moaning that the attack did far more damage than he could have expected.

The pain didn’t make him dizzy enough to keep him from channeling his frustration into anger, though. As soon as he rose his head, the younger grunt was glaring daggers at his colleague and her Pokémon.

      Proton almost laughed. “Oh, that’s funny. You think I give a damn about what Archer thinks of me? He’s got his head lodged so far up his own ass, his opinions don’t mean anything. ”

Proton watched the grunt inspect his gloves,rolling his eyes. “Y'know, that kind of attitude won’t fly with the other execs. Just a tip. Personally, I don’t care as long as you get your assignments done.”

Color him surprised, his cheap provocation didn’t actually make the older man fly into irrational anger; guess he misjudged him. Then again, of course an exec would be smarter than his average colleague.

“Meh, costs nothing to see if it worked. Archer loves to pretend he’s at the top of the food chain, it’d have been interesting if you did buy into it...“

He stopped staring at his hands and finally deigned properly look Proton in the eyes. He tilted his head backward, puffing up his chest to appear a bit more imposing while he maintained that faux-bored look.

“With all due respect, you really don’t want to play that game with me, Executive. If I play along, you’re gonna feel terrible I made you look bad.”

He is very nonchalantly leaning slightly to the left with his arms crossed and he’s pretending to look at his nails like they were so much more interesting than his superior. He’d almost be able to sell it, if he weren’t wearing gloves.