[FIN] Winter Wonderland

[Blood_Goddess]

There was a startled yelp followed by a spray of snow, and Kyle would find himself flat in the snow.

Ryan was busting up with laughter at this point, watching his partner be pulled into most hilarious and embarrassing thing he had seen from him in a long time

Kyle, was not nearly as amused, and with the same kind of rage building he yanked on Luke as well in an attempt to pull him down hill.  

[Suudonym]

The sound of laughter was a reminder that Luke wasn't just facing one opponent, and he had no way of knowing when the other man would join the fray. He pulled back in an effort to remain mostly upright as he was jerked to his knees, striking in retaliation at the man's head with his elbow.  

[Blood_Goddess]

The Rocket seemed to be prepared for something like that, throwing his arm up to block Luke's elbow, but unable to free his other hand he was left mostly defenseless.

By then Ryan had already started to make his way over, throwing both hands over the back of Luke's coat and hauling him to the side, where both man then fell on him to try and pin him.  

[Suudonym]

He kicked and punched and generally flailed as he was manhandled, though it quickly became obvious that he wasn't going to be able to prevent immobilization. This was somewhat baffling to him as he recalled that he once managed to overpower five separate attackers armed with knives and even a gun - though that had been with the assistance of his pokemon, of course. He wasn't completely defenseless, and though he was hesitant to ask anything of the timid psychic-type, he didn't see that he had much choice, "Lorelei!"

The pokemon in question was indeed extremely reluctant to respond, but Lorelei could at least understand that he was in the position to help prevent further harm to the trainer that had helped him before. The tiny yellow form became visible partially hidden amidst the upturned snow, attempting to Psychically remove one of the attackers from his trainer's vicinity.  

[Blood_Goddess]

"What the-" Ryan felt something tugging at his entire body as it started to move away from the two against his will.
"Pokemon!" He yelped.

Kyle remained on Luke, pinning him down "Call it off!" the taller man parked, driving a fist down into Luke's ribs, and pulling back for another hit.
byt then the Absol had jumped into action, trying to stiff out where the pokemon was whatever it was.  

[Suudonym]

Blah blah yeah right. The memory of promising to try to take better care of himself was lost in a flurry of pain, outrage, and sheer adrenaline. Luke gritted his teeth and jerked forward to headbutt his assailant's face.

Taking notice of the dark-type's approach, Lorelei released his Psychic hold on the man with a slight push towards the slope, nestling down in the snowbank and taking the Absol's type advantage out of the equation with Reflect Type.  

[Blood_Goddess]

The Absol's mouth opened, a gush of cold are billowing from its maw as its fanned paws helped move it along the snow, readying an ice beam for when the pokemon showed its self, or was found.

Though the actions he took were easily of rage, Kyle was wearing an odd smile on his face as Luke continued to fight back, seeming to almost enjoy himself even as blood erupted from the man's nose when it was struck in the headbutt.

A hand clasped at his face, but he managed to shift his knee, and most of his weight onto Luke's chest, his free fist now swinging wildly at Luke's face in retaliation.  

[Suudonym]

Luke raised his arms instinctively to guard his face, though he soon redirected his efforts to grabbing an immobilizing the swinging fist.

Lorelei, increasingly antsy from the Absol's presence, abruptly blinked out of visibility and quietly removed himself from the snow, moving nearer Luke - though not too near, for fear of the attacker - to keep an eye on the situation and hope he wouldn't have to act again, and that he wouldn't be found by the prowling pokemon.  

[Blood_Goddess]

One hand still on his face, the other imobolized by the Trainer's arms, Kyle instead pushed down onto the knee he had on Luke's chest, pressing as much of his weight onto him as he could.
"Oh man you are good. Really good, I didn't know trainers had this much fight in them." His said through a pinched nose.

Ryan, now covered in snow and looking bewildered had moved back over to the two, blinking at his partners bleeding nose
"What the s**t?"

"Get this punk restrained already!" Kyle snapped. Jerking Ryan into a scramble for his bag.
"Where is your pokemon?" he asked Luke  

[Suudonym]

Having successfully seized the offending fist and the connected arm, Luke impulsively forced shearing pressure onto the limb, his grasp stiff and taut in response to the pain radiating from his chest. There was a little curiosity in the back of his thoughts, a bewildered wonder - was he really trying to break this perfect stranger's wrist? Yes, he retorted against himself, the mental response instantaneous. Yes, he was. And he was damn well justified in doing so. All reservations summarily cast aside, he proceeded in his effort to fracture the man's wrist. His thoughts entirely elsewhere, he gave no response to the inquiry after his pokemon's whereabouts.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Had Kyle known what was going through Luke's mind he might have reacted much sooner, but being more concerned with the pain in his face for the time being, as his companion fumbled with zip tied he had in his cargo pockets. good for packaging, and perfect for binding someone.

He first noticed something was wrong when he felt the pressure start to rapidly increase on his wrist. and a sudden panic set in, chasing his smile away
"GET OFF!" He yelled trying to jerk away only the grip the kid had on him only caused him more pain, and with another panicked scream he pulled hi other hand away from his face and beat it down at Luke's face "GET HIM OFF GET HIM OFF!"

Ryan just barely had time to look up, gaping and trying to understand what was happening before there was a sharp crack from his partner's wrist and Kyle let out another scream.
Ryans eyes widened "s**t!"
WIth Kyle still leaning on him Ryan scrambled to grab Luke's wrists and wrestle them away from Kyle's  

[Suudonym]

Luke was weary, pained, and absolutely dumbfounded as to how any of this had happened. He'd posed them no threat, done them no harm, and had been plainly and openly assaulted for Arceus only knew what. The only pity he could feel for the screaming man stemmed from his familiarity with how much a fractured wrist could hurt - though honestly, all things considered, he felt that he was taking it really poorly.

His feat accomplished, he was far from prepared to sit back and accept retaliation, and he wriggled and twisted beneath the restraining pressure, keeping his hands close and lashing out with his elbows.  

[Blood_Goddess]

As Luke fought back, Ryan continued to wrestle with him, making more care then Kyle did to avoid getting hit. Kyle on the other hand, was taking out his greater frustrations and pain in Luke's side and ribs with his good hand, yelling out in frustration as he did so in order to wear the trainer out.
What the hell kind of trainer was this?  

[Suudonym]

In a war of attrition, Luke was on the losing side, playing an almost entirely defensive game and unable to dislodge himself from his assailants' pin. The enduring thought was one of total confusion; it was through random happenstance that their paths had crossed. They didn't know his name. They didn't know his station. They didn't know a single thing about him except that he wasn't a Rocket and that he had a Pidgeot. Why in the ever-loving <********> were they doing this? Of course he would defend himself tooth and nail (literally, if any exposed skin were to come near his mouth; in that moment he would not have hesitated to bite the same as any similarly cornered pokemon). What in the world were they expecting from him?

Dazed and weary, he extended his fist in one swift punch, as though the "final, triumphant blow" would accomplish much more than exposing his hands.  

[Blood_Goddess]

Ryan was on that had as quickly as it was extended, throwing his weight onto it and with the help of Kyle's only useable hand struggled to get Luke over and get his wrists together.
With the Absol hanging back, the two men would continue to struggle and fight to get Luke's wrists bound at his back, no words passing between them as the still forest was filled with grunts of the struggle.