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What a shitty name, bryan delarosa

"Lieutenant?"

Gwyar and Raki looked up from their fish soup, staring at the station's receptionist in askance. They were enjoying their lunch break at their desk, listening to some music on a vinyl player the chief had loaned them in the meanwhile.

Swallowing his meal, Gwyar cleared his throat and cleaned his cheeks, before smiling dazzlingly at the receptionist.

"Yes?"

"There's a disturbance in Downtown X avenue, building Y." She said, looking worried. "A masked mad man is attacking a multi-family complex with his pokemon. He destroyed a wall and is attacking the inhabitants inside!"

Gwyar stared at her blankly for a moment.

"... Goddamn it."

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"No, you don't understand." Gwyar said into the walkie-talkies, sounding genuinely infuriated. "It was really good soup!"

...

"No, you calm down!" He said into the talkie, before shoving it into place, prompting Raki to blow a raspberry into it. "Good boy!"

SCREEECH!

The screeching of rubber on asphalt filled the air as Gwyar's police car swerved sharply to a stop before a hole in a wall, the man stepping outside with a doughnut on his mouth and a megaphone in the other.

He put the megaphone to his mouth, began saying stuff, realized it wasn't working, smacked it a few times, then just chugged it inside the car, huffing.

He began wandering towards the door, Raki at his side.

"... Hopefully they've held out well enough." He said as he stepped into the hole, looking around at the devastation left in Bryan's wake.

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The people inside the building were very good at retreating, if nothing else. That is to say, they had a lot of pokemon with run away, protect, and a myriad of other tricks. And as with anyone under threat of death, they fought unsurprisingly hard for their lives, throwing everything and the kitchen sink at Bryan to delay what seemed to be the inevitable.

And then, on the second floor, one with several holes, a knock rang through the apartment's door... that was also standing right besides a hole.

Then slowly, the door began to open, revealing the smiling police officer and his puppy, who leaned out the side of the doorframe to peer inside.

"Hello. We received a call about a..." He pulled up his notes, humming. "'Masked Psychopath'?"

He looked around, his gaze eventually settling on Bryan on a far end of the room with several holes.

"I take it that would be you?"

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What a shitty name, bryan delarosa

Chop chop.

A shadow had darted out from underneath the floor and neatly cleaved through the frenzy plants holding the hostages, a sharp, gleaming edge spinning through the air before a circular shield emblazoned with the crest of an old galarian house slapped atop it.

An Aegislash hung in the air, standing between Bryan, his fox, and the people he was trying to murder.

"Calling people 'trash'? I'm sorry young man, but you're not making much of a case for yourself." Gwyar said as he fully opened the door, wandering inside the room to stand besides the Aegislash.

He regarded Bryan with a tilted brow.

"That's a very 'psycho' thing to say, don't you think?" Behind him, the person who had been getting choked before collapsed and wheezed, coughing on the floor.

Raki casually sauntered up to them, patting them on the shoulder... before picking them up and throwing them to the other end of the room.

"The Police is here, citizens! Everything will be alright!" Gwyar boomed with a laugh, hands at his hips. "Now, Young man! Surely there's a way we can sort this out without resorting to extreme, horrifying violence inflicted upon your fellow men?"

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What a shitty name, bryan delarosa

BONK!

The mightyena bounced off the Aegislash's King's Shield with a crack, its offensive power being sapped and harshly lowered by the life-sucking qualities of the sword as it regarded the hyena with unreadable emotions.

"And just who might've sent you?" The man asked, though they both knew the answer to that. "Couldn't possibly have been Team Rocket, yes? As we all know, they're only concerned with the safety and future of Hoenn Citizens... Surely, not whatever this is."

There was something strange about the young man. Even the most brash, large thugs amongst Rocket Grunts usually took pause whenever they saw Gwyar come close.

The masked man was on the shorter side, and though his build was muscular, Gwyar himself looked like a greek sculpture with a uniform a size too small stretched tightly across his chest.

This young man's confidence in sauntering up to Gwyar with little to no guard or even alertness, all casual like...

Concerning- mostly because this was Hoenn and nothing could just be bloody normal.

The Riolu began to move, but Gwyar held an open palm in front of him.

"Down, Raki." He said simply. "You know the rules."

Gwyar handles humans, his pokemon, pokemon. He did not like the idea of using pokemon against human beings, and had rarely ever indulged in the act.

There was a reason he had his own sword and weapons, despite Galatine always being with him.

Gwyar's foot dragged over the wooden floor as he shifted his weight back, his silhouette narrowing as he faced Bryan with his side.

A direct contrast to the unconcerned, casual youth, he regarded the delinquent with alert wariness.

"What could you possibly have against the innocent citizens of Sootopolis?" He asked the young man.

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What a shitty name, bryan delarosa

Alright, so he worked for Rocket. Good to have him just confess it.

Gwyar looked around at the destruction the young man had left in his wake since he had arrived, humming thoughtfully.

"I'm not sure I want part in any future someone like you might be safeguarding." He pointed out wryly, casually kicking some of the rubble and debris around with his foot before giving Bryan a tilt of his brow.

Anyway you looked at it, this Wolf masked youth seemed to only be good for one thing. So any sabotaged missions would've led to...

"So... how many people's lives has he saved in the process?" He said, tilting his head. "Well, I suppose it doesn't matter."

Even if he hadn't saved a single one, it would've still been Gwyar's job to help him and everyone else.

At the word Pig however, he couldn't help giving Bryan an incredulous look.

"Young man. That is an insult rightfully used by protestors; innocent people being oppressed, their rights subjugated by a higher power— Much like these people right now." He said, giving the other a look of annoyance. "You are a hired thug. For a Mafia. A Sicario, if you will. Your moral 'high-ground' is practically subterranean."

"Not to mention..." He said, tilting an unimpressed brow at the youth. "Isn't it Team Rocket that dubs its most rabid attack dogs as 'beasts'?"

Was calling someone a pig even an insult when you were clearly eager to receive a title that essentially reduced you to something less than human?

An aura sphere flew past the two men just then, flying at Bryan's Mightyena as it went at Gwyar's Aegislash, the ghost type sinking into the floor in the meanwhile.

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TL;DR:
-Gwyar deconstructs Bryan's insults, annoyed.
-Raki used Aura Sphere to interrupt Mightyena.
-Galatine used Shadow Sneak.

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What a shitty name, bryan delarosa

He was not getting through to the young man, Gwyar realized with a sigh. Not that it was much of a realization, so much as it was an acceptance of what he should've expected.

This murderous thug was likely some sort of Hitman for Rocket.

So perhaps it would be best if he nipped this one in the bud...?

Swipe.

"No." Gwyar replied bluntly at the man's comments, his sword having cut through the space between Bryan and Raki. There was no getting out of a fight now. "You seem like an awful human being. I don't need such influences on Raki."

But then, that was a minimum requirement for Rocket Beasts.

'Wreack havoc'.

The floor underneath them collapsed as the Grimmsnarl hammer-armed it to tiny little pieces.

Gwyar's eyes flew wide open as the wood beneath crumbled to reveal... another wooden floor, one swiftly approaching. Reflexively, the heavy man attempted to break his fall, landing at the tip of his feet and falling side ways before rolling back to his feet with a grunt, feeling a pain shoot up his leg and shoulders as he rolled to his feet.

A brief moment later, Raki landed on his shoulder as the man tried to stand back up, the puppy growling as he charged up another aura sphere as a warning.

"Attempted murder, destruction of private property, assaulting an officer of the law, and worse of all... Your absolutely horrid fashion sense." Grumbled the man as he stood up and glared at the youth. "Did I miss anything?"

Oh, he was taking this punk in, one way or another. He wouldn't let anyone wearing that shit on his streets.

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TL;DR:
-Gwyar swipes; either Bryan stops reaching for puppy or he loses his fingers/hand.
-Calls Bryan a garbage human being.
-Gwyar falls down to the floor below, manages to stick the landing but injures his ankle and shoulder.
-Raki is charging up Aura Sphere. Angyyy
-Gwyar lists all of Bryan's crimes today- specially his fashion crimes.

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What a shitty name, bryan delarosa

"Perhaps, but it seems to be working just fine, wouldn't you say?" Gwyar said without missing a beat. "Nowhere near as outdated as your outfit, in any case."

No one shit talked the sword and got away scot-free!

Unfortunately, the rest of the Assassin's banter wasn't quite up to snuff. The blonde knight scoffed at the middle finger, almost disappointed.

"Shouldn't have gone fishing for wit in a puddle." He said with uncharacteristic bluntness, turning his attention to the masked youth's pokemon.

A Grimmsnarl. That brought him back... but he was a former Gym Leader of Galar; he wasn't about to be caught off guard by a challenger favorite.

"Galatine!" He shouts right back at the Rocket Sicario. His Aegislash comes crashing down from above as the large ogre's spiked hairs strike out towards Gwyar and Raki, its blade transformed into a giant, gleaming Sacred Sword as it intercepted the attack and destroyed the floors below them yet again.

Once again suspended in the air, Raki moved, leaping higher and higher from broken wood tile to tile, before launching down his Aura Sphere at the Grimmsnarl to push it down.

Gwyar followed a moment later, hanging onto his Aegislash' sash briefly before dropping down towards the giant, Sword swinging down towards its head— eyes, specifically.

See if he couldn't put some brakes on its havoc.

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TL;DR:
-Talkin' a lotta shit for someone with no drip BRYAN
-Galatine intercepts False Surrender with Sacred Sword, destroying the floor AGAIN
-Raki shoots Aura Sphere, trying to push Morgan below Gwyar.
-Gwyar drops down from Galatine's Sash with his own sword in hand, trying to slash at Morgan's brow/eyes and take out its visibility for a while.