What was the purpose of this? A body guard? He wasn't afraid of fists and feet. A token of tangible pride that no one could deny - yes, that seemed most plausible. Sauntering across campus groups, Dakarai N'Sehla, the Togi demon, strode through the chilly atmosphere of late September. Sehto's climate made for fairly mild winters, but his short-sleeved attire nonetheless seemed out of place. Beside him, out of her pokéball, is Fracture, that very pokémon he'd nicked from Auran in that immortal fist fight. It was so undeniably his now. He wanted to make sure that jerk understood it.

Fracture is silent as she walks beside her trainer, a slight shiver running through her shape. She keeps pace with him though and doesn't dare to even look up at him, fear not radiating from her but noticeable, if only barely. She looks around though, almost interested before she walks a little closer to him, trembling ever so slightly more than she was doing already.

Sure enough, Auran is sat near one corner of the concrete desert, together with some of his bully friends. The rest of the fenced off area is mostly empty, with only swirls of wind playing leaves across the desolation. Walking with that typical confidence, Dakarai approaches, resentment merely visible as a twinkle in one eye.

Auran doesn't notice the older man at first; not till Norman growls lowly and nudges the other male, but gently, cringing when Auran raises his hand to him. The stocky man pushes to his feet then, smirking nastily. “Was the little bitch useless to you then? You want to hand her back to me, Freak?” He sneers across at the Marowak then, smirking as she cowers behind Dakarai's legs. Fracture shivers for long moments then narrows her eyes, standing slightly to the front of of her trainer, snarling very lowly and hunching her shoulders.

Dakarai ignores the jab, instead coming to a confident halt not far from Auran, hands loosely on his hips. “Was she your only pokémon? If not, let's see how you fare, shall we?” Ah, a dare. Simple as that. With how fluidly he entered the subject, it's almost debatable whether he heard the jab in the first place.

Auran blinks then, wrinkling his nose then nods smirking. “If I win, then I get the useless bitch back to do with as I see fit,” he sneers. His hand goes to a gleaming pokéball on his belt. “Come on out,” he says as he throws it. Forming from its pokéball, a large black dog appears - and yet, it's only a puppy. Auran smirks then. “Beat that stupid Freak's pokémon into unconsciousness,” he orders.

Fracture exhales, straightens and then swallows hard, looking up at Dakarai but not meeting his gaze. She trembles then looks away.

Dakarai peers down at the pup with a thinly concealed sneer. “Better deal: If you win, I don't sic' her on you,” he remarks, levelly, shrugging his left shoulder dismissively. Given that the terms are still being 'debated', he does not give her a first command yet, simply standing as he had been moments ago, as if sculpted, unbothered and unfazed.

Fracture blinks up at Dakarai then smirks, straightening up, full of pride. Auran snarls. “All I get is not to be injured? No. No deal.” He exhales. “If I win, you give her back to me and we won't chase you from town and…” His voice lowers. “Kill you.” He smirks. “Either way, that bitch,” he points to the Marowak. “Will be mine again. I bet you've ruined her.” The Houndour eyes Fracture and growls lowly, trying and failing to intimidate her.

Dakarai tips his head up, momentum fuelling an eyeroll. “You already lost her in May, don't be a sore loser. In case you haven't noticed, we're not alone, and you're making a fool of yourself.” He knew which buttons to push in Auran - he also had a good idea of that Auran would not dare to start another fist fight, either, having been so brutally humiliated by the last one. And even Auran should know that in Dakarai's proposal, inherently, was 'If you win, you can have your bruised ego mended.'

Auran scowls then nods. “Fine I agree to your… terms.” His fists flex and he's very angry but he's been trying to regain some standing ever since he lost the Marowak. He glares at said pokémon then and then snaps to his pokémon: “Tear her apart.” He backs a step.

Dakarai chuckles darkly, taking a step back, himself, and gesturing to Auran's pokémon casually. “Fracture, BONEMERANG,” he says, simply, lips creasing to something of a reflecting smirk - after all, this was one of the rare occasions he was letting Fracture BONEMERANG with a bone. It wasn't the same bone she'd had initially, but that was hardly of consequence. He would give more elaborate instructions… but they were hardly necessary. He planned for a backup BONE RUSH if it became necessary, but judging from that pup's general demeanour, the single BONEMERANG would be enough to end the fight. End it, before it even properly began.

Fracture exhales and obeys instantly, almost before he's finishes speaking, pulling the bone back and releasing it with a soft and accompanying growl, aimed directly at the dark type. Auran snarls lowly. “SMOG!” The pup doesn't get the chance to respond, the bone hitting hard it in the back of the head and sending it to the floor, howling before it faints; blood seeping from the wound.

Dakarai actually winces at the fight - if it can be called that. He was expecting it to be easy, but this was just pathetic. The BONEMERANG hadn't even hit the second time - whatever Auran did with his pokémon was a miserable excuse for training, if at all. Really, it seemed more like he did something to make them weaker. He grimaces silently, peering down at the injured pokémon, nose wrinkling.

Auran exhales and scowls, glaring at one of the people nearby who cringes. “What do you want this time?” He snaps, recalling the canine to its pokéball. Fracture jumps slightly to catch the bone on its return swing and rests it against one shoulder, silently. Norman lowers his head, not looking up and the other person eyerolls. “I'm outta here,” he says. “You're pathetic, Collins.” The small man leaves then, silently and quickly.

Dakarai rolls his left shoulder contemplatively. Auran's dignity is not subjected to a cheap blow as Norman leaves, fortunately, the gesture of the boy going entirely uncommented, as if unnoticed. “I'm not sure,” he remarks, each word like a lash, coolly delivered. “Make me an offer.”

Auran sneers, glaring at Norman's departing shape before eyeing the former owner of the Houndour as he echoes Norman's statements and leaves too. Furious now, Auran glares at Dakarai. “How about you get away from here unharmed?” he snaps, bitterly before pulling himself together. The 'lead bully' is silent then, thinking hard. “You want that excuse for a mutt that I fought with?” He shrugs a little. “Or would you rather me give you cash…?” he smirks, nastily. “Paying you like you're a whore?” his tone is cruel.

Dakarai stands unflinching, though he lets the tip of his nose shift to the side in subtle display of distaste. “Hm, yeah. That's quite appealing, I'm a bit low on cash.” He inclines his head thoughtfully. “Though I think you're the one that got your arse handed to you. I'd say you're misapplying the word,” he remarks, slowly, thoughtfully, steadily returning the favour of mockery with a smirk. Reverting back to an almost professional, albeit dismissive tone, he asks with a sigh: “How much do you have?”

Auran scowls. “No need to rub my face in it. Freak,” he says, but there's actually no anger behind his words. He pushes his hands into his pockets and empties them. In one pocket he just has the Houndour's pokéball and a set of keys but in the other there is a roll of notes. “On me? All I have is this. Seventy quid. You want it. It's yours.” He holds out the money to the taller man.

Dakarai holds out his right hand, silently, not bothering to verbally command him to hand them over, merely watching Auran attentively, his own expression almost blank.

Auran growls and reluctantly hands over the money, turning on his heel the moment he has done so. “Move it,” he snaps to the remaining people. “I have to get that mutt healed and then train him. You will all help.” He ignores Dakarai for now. “Then we'll find that little slut and his friend and sort them out.” He flicks a look to the other man then smirks a bit. “I'd get out of town quickly if I were you. Freak.”

Dakarai slides the money into his right trouser pocket in almost absent-minded gesture. “No,” he says, simply, in a confident, commanding tone. “You're not in charge any more, and you will do no such thing.” Her leers across at Auran, smirking, before glancing slightly quizzically at the others of his group. It depended on them.

Auran scowls a little more then stomps off, bad temperedly. The group stare at Dakarai before one exhales and steps forwards. “We won't listen to you. Freak. But we won't be following loser-boy either. So you can go fuck yourself.” The group all nod and start to turn away, walking in the direction that Norman and the other man had gone in. “Once we get that slut straight we'll be able to go back to our usual routine. Maybe even get at loser-boy.” The group ignore Dakarai and agree with the new leader, the guy being called Liam.

Dakarai stands dumbstruck, though his demeanour suggests nothing of it, not directly, his determined pose persisting. The only thing truly showing it is that he seems to have frozen, no longer looking at anything specific. He catches himself a moment later, grimacing slightly, casting a glare toward Liam. “Haven't I made myself clear enough? Do I stutter - or why do you guys have a problem understanding my words?”

Liam waves the rest of the group past him then turns back and eyes Dakarai, surprisingly respectfully. “I don't like you, N'Sehla… none of us do. You don't talk to us. We won't talk to you. This bullying at least between us humans and you has come to an end with Collins losing to you like he did.” He pauses. “Don't tell us what to do again or you will suffer. Now leave us alone.” He turns away then, voice still perfectly calm. “Go off and die some where or go off and murder some one in some bizarre sacrifice. I don't care what you do or where you go and none of my friends do either. Just stay away from us before you infect us with your peculiar ways.” He smirks then but nastily, just coldly and says: “Begone, you Demon!”

This. Was not supposed to happen. That should have fixed things, not isolate him further - and how could he prove himself without adversaries? A hint of frantic emotion flits across his eyes, but the rest of his demeanour remains calm and collected. Still, the confusion is evident - and his lips part as if to verbally protest, but no words escape him. Silently, he stands there for a moment, before pressing his lips to a thin line, head inclined, eyes narrowed in introspection, before barking, freshly oblivious to the world around him, in regal tone: “Fracture, return.”

Fracture whimpers but returns instantly at Dakarai's words, the pokéball shaking slightly in the process. Liam nods a little. “I'm glad we understand each other, N'Sehla.” Then he walks away, soon jogging to catching up with his friends.