>Kurt felt his eyes glaze over as he began to finalize the last report of the night.
>His chair groaned as he leaned back before he pushed the mess of papers and folders away from the digital clock on his desk.
>12:43 AM. His head hit the top of his chair as he shut his eyes and grumbled to himself.
>Today was a complete mess. Both him and Larson ended up breaking up what seemed like some backyard fighting ring after getting a noise complaint about excessive roaring and clanging.
>Not a great thing to leave alone. Someone was bound to go overboard and burn a house down.
>The place looked like a party and smelt like something was burning not too long before. And booze, lots of booze.
>There were about 30 or so people all crammed in the backyard, cheap flood lights lit a basic, patchy ring.
>Kurt was pretty sure he saw a Kecleon sitting behind a fold-up table taking bets, but they vanished as soon as they spotted the officers.
>The stars of the show, however, were a Tyrantrum and a Honedge.
>You’d expect the Tyrantrum to be the more destructive ‘mon, but that Honedge was something wicked.
>Tyrantrum was obviously on the backfoot, chest heaving and littered with cuts and knicks.
>Honedge on the other hand just floated there, almost bored. It honestly seemed relieved once they started breaking everything up.
>The arena was totally wasted. Patches of ash, craters, and deep gashes marred the ring.
>Luckily the dinosaur Pokémon was relatively sane-of-mind and had been talked down before they had to escalate.
>The sword was either wild or too far gone. Kurt wasn't sure it could understand what they said to it, but it seemed to get the general idea that the fights were over.
>It seemed to bow to the Tyrantrum before it regarded both Kurt and Larson with a discerning eye.
>Kurt was poised to blast it if it tried anything, and Larson gave a rumbling growl in warning, but after a moment it seemed satisfied with what it found and melded into its shadow, which darted off.