As he smashed through the window, Ryan could see the flames wrap around and avoid Annwn, Fyr and the Slugma, seeking and engulfing the golden creature that had come from no-where into the room. As he fell, the large man closed his eyes, accepting his fate. The fall didn't hurt, it was only wind rushing past him. It was the stop, the feeling of his back against the hard ground, the bullet digging in deeper as it maintained the momentum. It was the hard, flat edge of the rock his skull smashed against, that hurt. He didn't move much, he couldn't move much. The vagrants first instinct was simple, look at his legs. His heavy shoes and loose pants hid any sign of skin, so the large man had to move each leg considerably to see any effect. The pain was immense, almost blindingly so, but he had to do it. His legs could move, his arms could move, Spinal damage was unlikely. The large man could easily feel the shards of bone in his shoulder moving as he lightly felt his ribs, close to passing out. Ryan couldn't roll over, he couldn't tell if it was a river nearby, or simply blood rushing past his ear.
It was a quite bus ride. Beside the driver was a hideous clown thing, it's long fingers ended in freakist pads. In the rows behind the only prisoner sat his pokemon companions, quiet and enjoying the sights and smells out of the bus windowsas it rumbled along the long country roads. For much of the trip, Ryan's head hung down, looking at the handcuffs clamped upon him. They were slightly tight even at the largest setting, but he didn't mind. The prisoner understood why he was held as he was. Despite it all, he was proud of himself, with all the chances he'd had climbing the ladder these past few days, Ryan did not let a single pokemon die. He didn't kill anyone. And swore to himself that he would never again. But he had to make amends, that was the purpose of prison; to punish those who deserve it, and to give a chance to those who need to make up for their shortcomings. His hands moved together to gently caress the egg sitting beside him. The first egg laid in a battle barracks, given to him by the last general he challenged. Ahead he could see the two complexes, on either side of the road. The patchwork nature of the bigger one was indicative of a battle barracks. But it didn't matter right now, as the bus pulled to a halt, three guards climbed aboard to escort him off. Despite his size, the prisoner posed them no threat, he didn't even really want to talk to the warden. In that barracks was the last General, his last opponent before he claimed their title.
He could hear someone behind him. Someone standing over his broken form. In his blurry vision the vagrant could see the glint of metal and ice on the person, as another shorter and darker figure sidled beside them. The dark person knelt by him, gently scooping Ryan up on large boards while the other pressed ryan's own bottle of whiskey to his lips. The alcohol rushing down his throat did help the pain slightly. His vision cleared a little but he could still barely move. The large man could feel his head being cleaned by some painful, searing liquid, causing him to reflexively strike out at these two figures, unsure of who they could be. The taller one's hand clapped around the vagrants mouth and nose as this painful, almost acidic feeling liquid washed over his face. It was hard to see, but some small creature, no bigger than Fyre was sitting beside his head, apparently investigating the weak man despite his physical protests. It looked toward the large blurred figure, which removed its hand from Ryan. When the large figure leant in, Ryan could only make out that its head was bandaged and its eyes had this almost glowing brightness.
The other man was taller than him, his grin showed almost black teeth. "I can see you got a little of me. Good, probably the only part of you worth anything kid." Ryan's eyes narrowed a moment. "Ah, Ryan Cabberin, Son of a cunt mother and a father you never knew." the younger prisoner shook his head a little. "Don't make me re-enact the corniest movie scene ever. You know who I am, and as soon as you accept that we can move to me destroying you so badly that I'll break every heart on your mothers side." Shaking the discussion from his mind, Ryan focused on what he wanted. He was hear to win a fight, he was here as the last step to becoming a Battle Barracks General. "Sorry kiddo, See that Delphox? She can see the future, and she's seen that I never lose a battle." His grin was the most disturbing thing the younger prisoner had ever seen. "I really look forward to killing you, I have something I want to try on a human subject. You'll make a good first victim." Ryans snarl was more competitive than aggitated.
Ryan was use to men like this, big men, stupid men, men who believe themselves unbeatable. Pride is mans greatest weakness, attacking someones pride is the fastest way to beat them. And the young prisoner knew this. As they exited the entry hall and passed into the large courtyard, Ryan was already noting the terrain. All the rocks and trees, the positions of walls and their strengths. The stormclouds overhead wouldn't be a problem- "You're on my turf kid, no matter how much you think you know about this place, I know more" This was common, talking up your own position was a typical intimidation tactic, Ryan ignored the other man. "Look forward to killing you boy, Only thing better is to see the look in your eyes when you realise just how far you really were from winning" The battle hadn't even started and already he wanted to punch the man, who he continued to refuse to think of as his father. The more he spoke the more Ryan had to laugh. This man was an unedjucated moron, and this would be easy.
The two sides stood across from each other. On Ryan's side, behind him stood a Delphox, A butterfree, A gigalith and a Darmitan. With the exception of the Butterfree, they were a collection of fairly large creatures. Across the courtyard stood A Krokorok, Rhydon and another Delphox, and General Vite standing on a large blue dome in the middle of the fountain. It seemed to happen all at once; All three of Vite's pokemon charged immediately at Ryan's Gigalith, a large 4 legged creature that looks somewhat like a geode and a stalagmite. Ryan ordered his pokemon to battle, making mental note of the crowd gathering at every window and door, watching from a distance as these powerful creatures beat hard on each other.
The gigalith crumbled quickly under the sheer power, his large-winged insect, who so often put his opponents to sleep, was down even faster. He couldn't look, he couldn't watch as the creatures tore his companions apart. He could almost hear the cringing in the darkness around him, could feel the burning the light rain was causing to his two remaining compatriots. It wasn't a total loss, Ryan had seen some of the powder of his butterfree's wings get caught in the Krookodile's throat, bringing it down at the same time. "Focus on his Delphox!" He shouted, following with several cards; Ace Diamonds, Three Spades, King Clubs. Attack commands he'd trained them on, he'd been lucky with the pokemon he'd been assigned, they were smarter than average for their breeds, and with him fighting by their side they'd grown quickly. Despite this, they were being overpowered quickly.
Having had enough with standing idly by, Ryan charged in, Leaping at the other man's red wizard; grabbing it by the throat and pulling it to the ground. Squeeze, Squeeze, ignore the burns, Squeeze. The creature was burning his hands and his back, desperately trying to loosen his grip. Just hold on, let go once it goes limp, just hold on, let go once it goes limp. It was hard, he had to tune out his own Delphox, try not to see its face in the one at arms length but also not see it nearby. A growling blast broke his focus, and for a moment Ryan looked away. All he could see was the other man, standing in the same place on the other side of the courtyard, apparently bored by the scene. The muscles under him went limp, and the prisoner's hands immediately relinquished.
After a longer bout, a broken horn and shattered arm, the Rhydon finally knelt, giving Ryan victory over it. He grinned at the General and, before turning his back on him, gave him a two finger gesture long reserved for the defeated. From the corner of his eye he saw it, a large black tentacle whip from near his father. An additional two had reached out quickly and seized his only standing pokemon. As he raked at the thing wrapped around his neck, he heart the distinct snap of two necks, neither his own. "Did I forget to mention? I have four." Ryan was suspended by the throat several meters off the ground in front of the man, the blue dome only now obvious for the jelly-like substance it was made of. "That was pathetic boy, I don't know if I should be confused, or concerned for the other generals, that you could have beaten them on your way to me. You're nothing." He spat on Ryan's face, the tentacle moving the younger man a little away to prevent him reaching out to touch the General. "Though I suppose now comes the fun part. I'm sure you know of a technique unique to aquatic pokemon, called 'soak'. It makes the target water type for a bit." His grin was only on the left side. "We've perfected something similar but with poison. I've never used it on a human before, I'm interested to see the effect. Though I suspect that the acid in your blood and the poison in every cell will kill you pretty quickly.
He swung wildly, blinded and with something wrapped around his throat. "Ryan!" Her voice was right beside him, a faint tongue licking his toes as the world seemed to come back into focus. "What happened? Did you get shot again!" He groaned, this would take some explaining.