The bar was still hush that night, but tension filled the air as the two Pokemon continued fighting through punches, kicks, and the occasional bites of the Lycanroc here and there. Both the Gumshoos and the Salazzle were still watching on, not planning to intervene, though.

~?'s POV(Lycanroc)~

I was really getting tired of fighting this Zoroark, but she still kept on going. The bar was practically destroyed at this point, especially the tables... and well, the chairs, too. I did want to win though, no matter what, because I definitely didn't want to lose to someone that was pretty much already drunk.

I was able to jump back from an incoming Night Slash and landed on one of the last remaining chairs, yet somehow the attack managed to cut me somewhere near to my stomach. I kept dodging the attacks afterwards, but things started getting risky the angrier she got. I could tell that she wasn't playing around anymore as her attacks got ever so closer to making contact with me. That's when I decided I needed to end this as soon as possible, with one final blow.

I dashed over to a table and jumped up on it almost immediately, knowing that she was going to be right in front of me in an instant to go for another move.

"Gotcha, you little pest!" She shouted before trying to hit me with a Night Daze, but I jumped just in time for the attack to hit the table instead.

The shockwaves of the attack were strong even in the air... however, I was able to grab onto the back of her by her neck before I fell... and then I held on.

"Get off, get off, get off, get off!" The Zoroark proceeded to jab me several times in the ribs with her elbow.

I still held on nonetheless, and managed to deliver the last blow I could've done at that point. My left paw became covered with a white energy, and I hit her on the side of her neck with a Brick Break, jumping off immediately after as she landed to the ground, unconscious.

Landing on the ground with a thud from that height, I quickly got up afterwards, just to make sure she was down- and thank Arceus that she was. I never thought in my whole entire life that I would've had that much trouble with a Zoroark, especially one that was just so... annoying. I looked down at where the cut on my body was, then realized that there were even more that I didn't see there before... or feel.

My wounds were starting to take a toll on me afterwards as blood dripped down from my fur onto the ground, and I slowly started to lose consciousness. I started to pant a lot... and all I remember after that was falling and blacking out.

~?'s POV(Salazzle)~

Finally, that horror-fest is over... I thought as I put down the glass I was drinking from after taking one last sip. I turned back to the Gumshoos, his face rested in his paw.

"Why do these things always happen in bars..." He shook his head, then looked over at me. "I hope you're not as eager to fight as your friend over there, miss..."

"Belladonna... and not really." I got up to look over at where the two of them had fallen, then walked over to Christina, who was apparently just as unconscious as the Lycanroc on top of her.

"Great... that means their both even..." I said sarcastically, "And here I wanted a winner, hmph."

"It doesn't matter if one of them won or not..." The Gumshoos said, walking out from behind the counter to take a closer look, "They're both severely injured, as far as I can tell."

"Yeah... but Christina should be used to that by now, in all honesty." I replied, "Not sure about the Lycanroc over here, though."

Suddenly, the front doors to the bar opened, and I didn't have to even have to look to know who was there.

"You said west, sir... west!" A Bewear said. "This is the east, not the west."

"It was a simple error, that's all." Haro responded, his scaly tail moving across the floor as he and the Bewear both walked in.

Looking over to the Kommo-o finally, I could see that he was a bit frustrated after trying to get the directions of the bar on his own, but then that all disappeared when he saw them.

"What," Haro announced loudly, looking down at Christina and the Lycanroc, "...what is this."

"Oh, that?" I sighed, "You should know what happened already, honestly. It's not that hard to guess."

Haro picked up the Lycanroc by his white mane.

"Christina... lost to this... this thing?!" Haro dropped the Lycanroc back down on Christina.

"Well, to be fair, there wasn't really a winner... but Christina dropped first, so you're sorta right there." I yawned, eventually feeling the effects of the alcohol.

"Ekon." Haro said.

"Yes, master?" The Bewear replied, so I assumed that was his name.

"Take Christina and this..." Haro paused, "thing... back with us."

Ekon nodded and grabbed both of them in separate arms with almost no effort, which sort of left me secretly impressed.

"Now... you there," Haro said across the room to the Gumshoos, "you saw nothing, got that?"

"I'll tell no one as long as you make sure those two are taken care of." The Gumshoos stated.

"Deal." Haro remarked as he walked out of the bar along with Ekon, entering the shadows of the night.

I strolled over to the door, as I was about to take my leave, then looked over at the Gumshoos.

"Money's on the counter, by the way." I said with a smile. "For the tables and all that, too."

Pushing the doors open, I followed the others as they walked along the sidewalks but couldn't help laughing quietly to myself. That poor little Lycanroc had no idea what he was in for. After all... this was only the beginning.