Event 4 Part 4

Butch held it; lurching to a stop in mid-throw. The Electabuzz whipped his head down, snarling at the source of the noise, a female Marowak, club leveled, gaze fixed sternly on the enraged Electric type, “Put the Pawniard down and back away…”

Butch grunted, “ ‘Ey, ‘e started all o’ this an I’m gonna finish it!”

Sylara scoffed, glancing venomously up at the blades protruding from the table, “While I’m certain that’s the case, you’re holding a rather important asset of mine, and I’d hate to see him damaged. Now put him down, and this doesn‘t have to get ugly.”

He didn’t know what it was, the offhanded way she talked, the way she so casually ordered him around, or the simple fact that she was associated with the swearing, wriggling pile of badly maintained steel he was holding over his head, but something about this Marowak really pissed him off, “Y’wan’ ugly!? I’ll show ya ugly!” He turned on the Marowak, hefting the table up again, rearing back and lunging forward, ready to bring the table and the flailing bundle of blades down on her head!

“HOLD IT!!”

Butch held it and promptly wheeled around to meet the newest interruption, mouth parted in a scream before he promptly got a face full of red, giggling fur.

Jane giggled madly as she clung to the fur on either side Butch’s face, her little feet bouncing on his chest, “Toss him, Daddie-o! Send him flyin’! I wanna see!”

Ringo was hot on the little Darumaka’s heels, eyes darting from the Electabuzz, to the Marowak ready to bash his partner’s head open, to the pair of spindly red legs flying in all directions from the underside of a table held four feet off the ground, “Butch, what on Earth is going on!?”

Butch shook the table, eliciting another angry scream from his captive, “This lil’ punk ‘ere wanted to start something’ with me! I’m just finishin’ it!”

Before the dismayed Clefairy could ask for more explanation, Sylara cut in, “You, you’re his friend? Then I suggest you reel him in and talk him down before I’m forced to break his arms.”

Again, just as Ringo was about to protest, he was cut off, this time by the bundle of red fur acting as Butch’s beard. “Hey! You leave my daddy alone!” Jane turned her face back to the Electabuzz, grinning excitedly, “Throw ‘im, Daddie-o! C’mon, just toss ‘im!”

“Yeah, toss me, ya overgrown lightning’ rod! “ Maverick screamed in the first truly coherent words he’d spoken since lodging himself in the table, “An’ when I get up I’ll make sure yer little girl there gets a nice coat made outta yer pelt!”

Sylara tightened her grip on her club, fixing her feet in the floor, “You do, and the only bone that stays intact here is mine.”

“M-miss, Butch, please, just set the guy down and let’s talk about this!” Ringo stammered.

Barely any of it registered with Butch. It was all just a whirl of sounds, threats from Sylara, pleas from Ringo, Jane urging him on, and that damn pesky little Pawniard screeching over his head! It all mixed together in his head, a growl rising in his throat as sparks of electricity flew wildly from his antennae! All around him, he could hear the jumbled din of outraged and worried Pokemon, attention fixed on the scene, only adding to the jumble of noises already assaulting his ears.

“Don’t!”

“Do it!”

“THROW ME YA ARCDAMN--”

“What the hell’s--”

“Butch please--”

“--PIECE O‘TAUR SHI--”

“Fight! Fight! Fi--”

“Throw ‘im!”

“Put him down!”

“Let ‘im fly!”

“--UP YER ASS!!”

“SHUTTUP ALLA ‘YA!!”

Butch reared back, snapped and ready to bust in some faces. Jane still clamped to his face, squealing with glee, the Electabuzz hauled the table he held back into the air, more than eager to hear the sound of splintering would and clattering steel before driving his fists into that Marowak‘s smug face! Viciously, he heaved the table forward with every ounce of strength he could muster, and--

“HOLD IT!!’

--for the third time, Butch held it. But he was sure as hell ready to let it go right on top of the dead ‘mon who stopped him this time! So Butch spun on his heels, snarling with rage as he hefted the table forward one last time.

And promptly came face to face with the draconic features of an ice-carved Kyruem, glaring down his frozen snout at the group. Gulping softly, Jane released her hold on Butch’s face, dropping down to the ground and ducking behind his legs.

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(How do I shade ice, holy heck. Two more parts to go!)

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