Anthony
"You kept up pretty well," Leon commented, habitually slapping the other man on the back as his way to say "Good job!" But seeing as he was already struggling to stand up, Leon regretted it and brought that same hand up to scratch the back of his head. "Hm, it doesn't seem easy. I know a friend who was just like you. He's doing better now, but I'm not sure he knew how to fist fight to save his life. It's some dedication for you to teach yourself." So Leon's impression of this guy being a thug wasn't too off the mark. Even though Leon had bad experiences with street dwellers, Guzma is here for a reason. Aside from getting sucker punched (or more like sucker headbutt), the way they're together talking now proves he's a good man—just someone who struggles with controlling his feelings.

"Huh, is that so?" Leon was confused with what Guzma meant. "You're tired of people being nice to you?" He thinks for a second, his mind slow. That sounded like the most absurd thing but that's what Leon was collecting as of now. "You'll get used to it!" He encouraged before slowly making it over to his cape that lie on the ground, bending over, the brunt of those back breaking falls overwhelms Leon, and he groans. Even if he trained like this before, battle wounds are still wounds. And they hurt. "Rgh... You know, that near low blow surprised me." He wanted to admit his annoyed by that, since he believed battling morale always didn't involve lower than the belt. But he let it slide since Guzma probably had to use some shortcuts to survive.

"Now that I defeated you, can you give me a hand and show me the way out of this maze?" He stands back up and pop his back, hurting more, but he doesn't make any sounds to appear tough.
Jean
"Ugh." Guzma made a disgusted noise, crunching his nose in a grimace. "Don't patronize me. I ain't old enough to be slowin' down." The way he'd said he'd kept up well? Then go on to praise him like a kid in class? It was enough to spark irritation again as it rubbed him up the wrong way. "I didn't have a choice. My first Pokémon wasn't strong enough to defend us, so I had to do it myself." After that, well. Fighting was like riding a bike. The ability never left. 

He could tell the fact he was annoyed with being so kind was confusing as hell to the other man. That only really made him more confident in thinking that he'd grown up pampered. "I ain't sure I will..." He huffed, rolling his eyes at the cheerful comment. Get used to it? Please. He wasn't even sure he wanted to.

When Leon bent down to collect his cape, Guzma wasn't ashamed to admit that he stared. With thighs like those, he at least had to find out if his rear *Matched*. "Hah! I thought it would. You're all self-defence, which means you think too honourably to expect someone else to go for the nuts, leavin' em open for a good kick. Might wanna remember that. People like you wanna see the best in people, but that just ain't how our cruel world works." 

He looked away again as Leon stood back up, snorting to cover up the next flash of annoyance. "You didn't *Defeat* Me. I ain't some challenger comin' for your spot. You only won cuz my mind wasn't so much on *Fightin'* When I had your thighs wrapped around my neck." Despite his words and sharp tone, he jerked his head to one side as if to say 'follow me', tucking his hands in his pockets as he began to traverse the short series of alleyways, hoping he remembered it right.
Anthony
His eyes furrow after hearing Guzma's reasoning. "That's not fun," As he walks up next to the other, trusting him to lead the way. He drape his cape over his arm. "When we fight again, let's have fun, alright?" It'll be a shame if Guzma's intentions was to simply "Shed blood". He didn't know much of him obviously, so Leon oblivious proceeds to give his wisdom. "You can change! Anyone could change if they're serious about it. Just don't give up! Aheh, except for tapping out." Competitive as he is, the champ tends to show off a lot. Vice gripping is an easy form for that. It's somewhat enjoyable to *See* When his win is in the horizon. 

A chuckle escapes from him. He's going to take *That* As a compliment. Guzma seems really focused on the thighs part, and it got Leon self-conscious about for a split second before returning to himself. "Ah, I hear you. I expected that you would focus on my legs rather than struggle. You would've lost faster that way anyway." His need to get on Guzma's case may or may not be intentional. He walked further on ahead so that he's in front of him. "If I didn't know any better, I would say you almost held out long enough to go to nirvana!" He meant death. "Next time, you want me to refrain from doing that?" He tilts his head to better see Guzma's expression.
Jean
"Not everythin' is about fun, y'know. ...But I guess I wouldn't mind fightin' with you again..." He added, scratching at his undercut. That definitely had been fun. Nostalgic, exciting, and a hell of a rush. Even though it was terrifying to go back over to that dark side of himself. Terrifying and dangerous and the kind of thing he should avoid at all costs - and yet he wanted more. A small part of him *Wanted* To be able to have that high. The only problem with that was that he had to stay in control and not lose himself to what was essentially a relapse. 

Leon continued on, and that only cemented his suspicions. His heart sank. "Actually... If I'm gonna stick with this change then I'd better not... Fight you, I mean. I don't wanna fall back into the hole I just climbed out of." He sighed, sounding as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. 

Shaking his head quickly, he tried to clear the rainclouds from above his head, putting his signature cocky smirk back on his face. "Almost. Gotta say I'm pretty sure I made it up to Cloud nine though." He snickered, taking a deep breath as if to remind himself that he could still breathe properly. "I mean... Maybe not. Think I might have enjoyed it a bit too much." He responded, glancing back at him with a grin. 

Looking back forward again, he paused and leaned around a corner to check that it was the right way. He wasn't exactly pleased that it was, but he was glad that it likely signalled getting the champion out of his hair - at least until the next time they got together for that fight. "Aight... Looks like that's your out. Ain't gonna get lost tryna walk in a straight line are you?"
Anthony
Leon can tell there was something in the air, but he can't quite put his finger on it. Usually his words reached the hearts of the loneliest but Guzma doesn't seem convinced by his. Maybe it only effect kids and this guy right here isn't a kid. In fact, it's as if the champ is making things worse. Apologetic actually, Leon lowers his head in a quick bow. "It's that bad?" He pauses and put a hand to his chin, thinking. "You just need a new approach to it. You said you recently picked up boxing, pick it up again! Besides, I'm not the *Unbeatable* Champion for nothing if I can't take several hits." He pats his own chest in this declaration, only to remember that's where he was pounded earlier by Guzma, wincing to himself. "I can't imagine if we can't fight again. It doesn't need to be fist to fist, I love Pokémon battling even more! Don't you think it'll be easier to contain your anger that way?"

The confession made Leon's brows raise in curiosity. Is he what they call... They call a masochist? "Then I'll make sure not to let up next time," He says in a low voice before smirking back at that grin. "Since you like it so much. Hrm, actually, unless you beg 'uncle!'" Seeing Guzma peer around the corner, he realized that the right path was found and the Galarian rounds the corner. "Thanks! Hey, this place is built like a maze. I wouldn't blame *Anyone* If they got lost." Walking forward, he looks over his shoulder just as her passes the other man. "Aren't you going to come with?"