It was incredibly rare for Squalo to misjudge an opponent's strength, and even rarer for him to be overpowered, but here he was, kneeling on the shattered floor of the Vongola Base as the building burned all around him and Zakuro. It was hard to ignore the pain that came with having had his arm ripped clean off, but his pride was too strong to submit here; even though he could tell he didn't have a chance at winning, he was still going to fight.
The only problem was, it seemed that Squalo truly had no idea of the immense power the other had, because before he even knew what had hit him, he was lying face-up on the bloodied tiles of what had once been a Vongola HQ corridor as his body twitched uncontrollably in pain. He could feel blood pooling around his head, surely coming from a crack somewhere in his skull that matched the countless others in the floors and walls now, but he wasn't focused too much on that; instead, from the corner of his eye, he watched as boots came to stand next to his head. He twisted his lips into a nasty grimace, and though he prepared himself to say something, all hope of that was lost as, with one swift kick from Zakuro, the searing pain in his head worsened to an unbearable level for just one split second, and then his entire world went black.
~~XX~~
When Squalo regained consciousness, he blinked slowly at the white roof above his head. He frowned; hadn't the base been on fire…? Why was this room in tact…?
And then it hit him; wherever he was, he was no longer at the Vongola Headquarters.
"Voi…" An expression of pain crossed Squalo's face as he pushed himself slowly into a sitting position. He quickly fell onto his back as his left arm gave out beneath his weight, but it was then he realised something of utmost importance; hadn't he been put into such a vulnerable position because he had lost his arm? So why… was it back in one piece like this?! "What the fuck happened…?"
Squalo wasn't in the mood to try and think too hard about this; his head was pounding furiously with a splitting headache, making it too difficult to think clearly anyway, and the best he could do was lay there with his eyes shut and try to wait out the burning pain all through his body that felt as if he himself were on fire, just like the base had been.
Alas, as much as Squalo could have hoped for, the door to the room still opened, and he was met again by that smirk that had pissed him off in the first place. It was at that moment Squalo knew that no matter how hard he could have tried, he wasn't going to be getting away any time soon.