[b]The Boxing Club[/b]

The [b]Ultimate Heimlich CRUSHER MIRACLE[/b] technique had indeed saved Johnny Pots. Emerging out of Johnny's mouth was a golf-ball sized of chewed up gum of many different faded colors. The drool and spit rolled down the ball of chewed up candy, before the candy itself started to twitch. It appeared that in the turmoil, Johnny Pots accidentally swallowed too much gum while probably practicing his power of turning candy things into a weird state of pseudo-sentience. That power didn't come up much, but it appeared to be at the crux of why he was choking. 

As for Johnny himself, he was hunched over breathing in and out heavily. "A-yeahwa." Coughing a bit, Johnny spat some pinkish color saliva  towards the ground. "Biiit more than I intended for." The assorted individuals in the Boxing Club watched in awe, as the screaming in agony appeared to have come to a pin-drop silence once more. The Shadow King did not appear to slaughter Johnny. He was right there, he had Johnny exactly where he wanted. But against all logic, the Shadow King did not murder the man. Once more, the sounds of discussion around the Shadow King commenced. 

"D-did the Captain tame the Shadow King?"
"Holy crap! The Captain tamed the Shadow King!"
"What if he is only doing this to draw us into a more comfortable state so he can enjoy our tears more?!"
"I have seen the blessing of Amaterasu this day."
"...By Jove! Did Amaterasu [i]actually[/i] hear our plea for survival!?"
"IT IS JUST LIKE THE BLESSED WINDS!"

As the ramblings of the superstitious lot were spoken once more, Kurosawa Misaki gave a relieved exhale. She glanced towards Kingsley and spoke up, [color=a187be]"Whew. That could've been far worse. Thank you for the help."[/color]