Description: Inviting Heidern to a contest of strength and will under the pretense of an exhibition match, Geese Howard offers the Ikari Commander something that he cannot afford to refuse...
It was a particularly strange invitation to receive, decided the Ikari Commander.
For one, it was rare, if ever, he was given any invitation to 'exhibition matches.' To some, the man is a recluse, thoroughly devoted to his cause and his Ikari. For other reasons, it was relatively difficult to pin the old soldier down. Not impossible, but difficult.
But Geese Howard is a very influential man.
Unlike a lot of fighters, Heidern could very well be considered humble in his approach, or just boring. Regardless of public opinion, the man enters Red Arena in his olive green fatigues wearing a deep chocolate brown army trench coat. And, like always, over his right eye is a black patch. Overall, he paints an intimidating portrait with his cold demeanor and lifeless face.
No matter what, no matter how seemingly insignificant a fight, the Ikari Commander takes it as seriously as possible. He can take no unnecessary risks.
At the center of the 'state of the art' arena the man stands, his one and only good eye slowly scowering the audience with his jaw squared, earning him quite a few uneasy and peculiar looks from people in the stands.
'Heidern' is a difficult man to track down. But when you live long enough, when you've achieved what most mortal men only dare to dream, well. You learn that nothing is impossible.
This could be said to be especially true of Geese Howard.
The invitation had been sent only a few days ago; promotions had been arranged for the event before Heidern had even deigned to formally accept. It's a sign of the arrogance of Geese; the assurance that no matter what, he would get what he wants. What he wants today? A fight with the illustrious and elusive Heidern. Why? On the surface, a way to promote Saturday Night Fight, in an 'effort to boost ratings' that Howard realized he didn't actually need.
But there's so much more to it than that. Surface reasons are, after all, naught but a guise.
The fight is scheduled to take place in Ken Masters' Red Arena simply on basis of the fact that it serves as a show of Geese's superiority. That he can afford to draw attention to Masters' quaint little arena and still thrive regardless. It's how rich men fight, something that he's learned long ago. There's so much more you can do with words and subtle actions than fists.
Howard stands poised as the epitome of calm as Heidern approaches. Situated by the crystal-clear body of water at the arena, he is occupying his time staring at the cool depths, his features twisted in an amused smile. As Heidern approaches, he doesn't deign to look. He just speaks, as the crowd provides a roaring backwards noise of woops and hollars.
"You're a difficult man to find," Geese notes passively. Icy blue eyes finally lift and turn, to regard the Ikari commander. He frowns. "... Hm. Why so glum? You should be enjoying this. After all..." He turns here, to fully face his opposition, tabi-clad feet shifting across the rough ground.
"... I have a feeling this is going to be a very profitable meeting for both of us."
If there is one thing the Ikari Commander has learned through the many years, it is that many, if not all, have a tendency to underestimate the man.
For instance, this meeting. Though coined as a 'friendly' match between two aged and thoroughly experienced fighters to bolster ratings, there is something more. The old soldier knows it. Why would someone as successful as Howard and his Saturday Night Fight program need to do something such as this?
His approach is swift, his gait confident yet calm as he nears the arena's center, where Howard himself waits. The smile on Geese's face is met with little more than a stern look, that cold blue eye lacking any tell-tale emotion or feeling. The soldier, for all intents and purposes, merely exists in this moment.
"I have my reasons. You should know that," he responds, his words lacking feeling as he speaks. He has many enemies, after all. The rest, however, goes unanswered; instead, Heidern simply holds his ground, his solitary blue eye merely a sliver as he regards the too successful entrepreneur before him.
Dry lips pull into a thin line. Profitable, he promises.
"I will be the judge of that," the old soldier replies, shedding his coat and casting it aside as he observes the blonde before him. Not a word more escapes the soldier; instead, he slides a foot back, his legs tense before he suddenly springs to life. Lunging at the lord of Southtown, Heidern seeks to grab Howard by the lapels of his gi and heft him up before he turns sharply on his heel and slams the man-back first into the ground.
COMBATSYS: Heidern has started a fight here.
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Heidern 0/-------/-------|
COMBATSYS: Geese has joined the fight here.
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Heidern 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Geese
COMBATSYS: Heidern successfully hits Geese with Critical Drive.
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Heidern 0/-------/------=|=------\-------\0 Geese
There is no underestimation here, at all. Geese doesn't assume Heidern to be a stupid person. Far from it. In fact, he doubt that Heidern would have accepted at all if he hadn't assumed there was ulterior motives. It's not wise to assume Geese so cocky as to be that blatantly stupid.
That leads to an unpleasant ending.
At Heidern's words, though, an amused sound of thought escapes Geese's lips, eyes drifting upwards towards the ceiling. "Such a paranoid man you are. But I'm sure it's not without reason. But, if you want to be so uptight, then fine." He pauses here, adopting that world-renowned fighting stance as he takes in a deep breath. Icy blue eyes narrow dangerously.
"I'll let you judge."
And then, Heidern sweeps in fast -- too fast for Geese to properly react in time, in fact. The King of Southtown is gripped and then -lifted- up rather easily, before slammed DOWN into the ground with a rough thrust from the aged and hardened mercenary. His back strikes with a dulled 'thud' of impact, rebounding once...
... But just as quickly as he strikes the ground, Geese is back on his feet once again with a sudden leap and a silent surge forward. His intent is to grip Heidern by his right shoulder and the stomach-area of his fatigues, before simply -twisting- with the sudden circular rotation of his arms, to send Heidern flipping up and ultimately, striking the ground in a painful impact. "HMPH!! Very good, Heidern! You're just as skilled as they say!"
COMBATSYS: Geese successfully hits Heidern with Medium Throw.
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Heidern 0/-------/----===|=------\-------\0 Geese
"Paranoid," the man states, as if testing the word upon his tongue. His brow creases slightly, his single blue eye vaguely thoughtful before he simply draws it shut. Thin, dry lips pull into the faintest of frowns.
"Whatever," is the Ikari Commander's response, his jaw tense.
But without further ado, the Ikari moves with a swiftness that truly belies his age. Snaring the crimelord, the soldier hefts him up before he's introduced to Red Arena's floor with a heavy THUD that could very well break the bones of lesser men. As anticipated, Geese takes it relatively in stride, recovering swiftly before he makes his attack.
The soldier is ready. Or so he would like to think.
Though his arms move, they are not fast enough to intercept the blonde. Snared, he's flipped before HE is introduced to the ground, hitting fiercely and drawing a grunt from his lips as he grits his teeth. The compliments go unheared and without acknowledgement; instead, the old Ikari twists and rolls to the side before he hops up with surprising grace, landing in a deep crouch. He exhales. He inhales.
A beat, and then Heidern lunges again, an arm swiftly cutting through the air, razor-sharp gloved fingers slicing for Geese's midsection.
COMBATSYS: Geese blocks Heidern's Medium Punch.
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Heidern 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Geese
A man of few words. It's not unexpected. And it's not unwelcome, anyway. Heidern will need to be taking up that concentration on the fight, after all. In the meantime...
... Geese is more than happy to do the talking.
As soon as Heidern lands, Howard's hands snap back to his sides, clenching easily into fists. His legs bend at the knees as Heidern rolls and recovers with relatively quite speed. Pale blue eyes rotate towards him. Geese says nothing. He doesn't even do so much as move.
It's only when the Ikari Commander's lunging, knife-like hand comes scant inches from tearing across Geese's midsection that a single forearm impedes its path; Heidern's gloved hand strikes across the smooth leather of Geese's bracer. The force contained in the blow is absorbed along the length of Geese's arm and diffused with relative little harm. The King of Southtown smiles.
"Though I doubt just this power alone is enough to beat the likes of Rugal Bernstein. But you probably know that, don't you?"
As soon as Geese says this, he is swift to leap back in a blur of red and white, landing in a crouch a scant distance away from his opponent. Body tensing but for a moment, his stance relaxes. Icy eyes focus in on Heidern, to track his movements, memorize them... and consider the best way to go about dealing with the -interesting- Ikari Commander. "Hmmm..."
COMBATSYS: Geese focuses on his next action.
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Heidern 0/-------/----===|==-----\-------\0 Geese
A man of few words - that is how he prefers to be. It keeps people guessing, wondering precisely what is running through his thoughts, if any whatsoever. Heidern would not want it any other way. The only problem is...people tend to talk when you do not. Howard is no exception here.
Charging the lord of Southtown, the Ikari moves in for the proverbial kill. But his assault is not swift enough; instead of lashing into flesh, that deadly hand cuts across the bracer, earning the crimelord little more than a cursory glare. But then...Geese Howard had to go and open his mouth.
He said the R word.
As Geese shoves off and leaps, so too does the Ikari Commander. Leaping backwards through the air, his body rotates, deftly somersaulting before he lands in a brief crouch. Immediately the soldier rises, that single, blue eye hardened with clearly-suppressed anger.
"Of what concern is it to you," the man asks, words laced with spiteful venom. Holding his ground, thick soles dig into the ground beneath his feet as he does little more than shift his weight, easing into stance. "My issues with Rugal Bernstein are none of your business, Howard. So tell me, then."
Suddenly, his arms jerk to life, dropping to his sides and stiffening before he sharply cuts them upwards. The air rends around his very arms, cutting a fierce swath of blue and white chi in the shape of an x, which launches itself right for the center of Geese's chest.
"Why do you dare to mention that name in front of me?" he asks, surprisingly calm.
COMBATSYS: Geese overcomes Cross Cutter from Heidern with Shippuken.
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Heidern 0/-------/---====|-------\-------\0 Geese
Not -his business-?
"... What kind of rock do you live under, Heidern?" Geese muses.
With his traditional stance born and bred from a blend of ancient and powerful arts adopted, Howard is finally prepared to dispense with the niceties. He's gained a cursory glance of Heidern's skill, and it's a tribute to Howard's own tremendous talent that he can put that to good use in a prepared strategy for dealing with his opponent turned opportunity in the making.
"-Everything- is my business."
Heidern doesn't even waste time. His movements are sure and concise; chi flares up around his arms and is expelled with a thrust in the form of a burning 'X' that sears through the air. And even as he does? Geese's legs tense. "But really, there's no need to be so tense. I'm only..."
That cross is upon him in the span of a second, and in that second, Geese is thrusting -backwards- through the air in a sudden leap, clearing a tremendous space of distance and maneuvering just out of the way of that chi. As he does, his own hands swing forward, snapping together with a resounding slap and a spark of icy blue chi. "... here to lend a helping hand. SHIPPUKEN!" As the name is roared, a tumultuous sphere of blue fire rends forward from Howard's grasp, impacting Heidern's 'X' of energy in a rough impact. The energies flare and battle before ultimately, that Cross Cutter is dispersed, the remnants of chi flaring a path straight towards the Ikari CO.
"...I think the proper term is, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend,'" Geese speaks as he lands, smoothly, "You and I have something in common."
COMBATSYS: Geese successfully hits Heidern with Shippuken.
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Heidern 0/-------/-======|==-----\-------\0 Geese
Regardless of Geese Howard's wit, the soldier has no qualms in making his move. Slashing his arms through the air, it ignites, sending a burst of pure energy sailing for the man. The moment it launches free, Heidern's eye hoods, his cold gaze cold and sharp as he glares toward the crimelord.
"That is likely a nasty habit, Howard," he warns.
"But I'm sure you knew that already."
He's here to lend a helping hand, he assures the soldier, before he too cuts the air. A swath of blue belches forward, roaring through the air and devouring the burst of chi sent by the Ikari. Briefly the soldier's eye widens, the faintest of scowls etching its way across his weathered face before he attempts to draw his arms up.
Again, too slow.
Struck, the soldier staggers back, a haze of smoke rising from his fatigues where the burst of energy struck him. Gloved hands absently draw over his singed fatigues, jaw squared once more as he mulls to himself. Geese assures him: they have something in common.
That eye lifts, fixed on the Lord of Southtown.
"Is that so?" he asks, his words again cold, lifeless. "Do you really believe that?"
Sliding a foot back, the old soldier assumes his usual stance, one arm crossed over his chest, the other held at his side. "Tell me, then," Heidern orders, before his form suddenly erupts with a curious red haze, his features darkening. That haze winds around him, winding around legs and arms, rising upwards as he holds his ground.
"Did he murder your only family? Did he take your eye? Did he slaughter your men? Because, Howard...I doubt you have any idea what it is like to despise someone like Rugal Bernstein with every single fiber of your being.
"My hatred for him is personal. You cannot even understand. But, please." Still Heidern lacks any shred of emotion.
"Feel free to humor me."
COMBATSYS: Heidern gathers his will.
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Heidern 1/-----==/=======|==-----\-------\0 Geese
"You're not listening. Is that a problem you often have?" Geese asks calmly. His voice carries to Heidern and Heidern alone. Though the converse, the cameras will not pick up this audio feedback. Geese is assured of this much.
"I'm not particularly interested in why you hate Rugal Bernstein. Whether it's a misguided notion of justice or some personal slight," Geese mulls out, apparently equating 'personal slight' with 'entire soldiers and loved ones slaughtered like lambs.' Howard's value system is horribly skewed, at best. "The reasons why are never important. It's not the why that bring great men together to achieve a common goal.
"It's the what."
The impact of chi is made, and Heidern is quick to recover, if nothing else. That red haze of power swells around him, and Howard's icy blue eyes narrow in thought. "You want Rugal Bernstein dead. That's something that I can appreciate, as a businessman. And your motives for it are all very admirable too, I'm sure." Motives Geese doesn't care for, even if he might know them. As he stated, the reason why Heidern wants Rugal to be brought down doesn't matter. It's just that he -does-.
But. There's that cold hate in Heidern's eye. Good, good. "What I'm offering is simple: there is a goal that we both want to see accomplished... so why not work towards seeing it done, hm? That hate of yours is very strong, but it's not enough."
And then, Geese rips -forward- across the space between himself and Heidern. Within the span of a moment he is upon the Ikari CO, , seeking to make a solid grip onto Heidern's right wrist. If successful, he'd twist -around- with a painful yank to bring Heidern's arm to press against his back in a movement that could easily dislocate any other man's shoulder; an armlock to hold Heidern at bay before Howard sweeps -downward- with his left elbow, seeking to drive it into the back of the mercenary's skull with a painful crack to send him face-first into the dirt.
"So I'd like to help you out. Just consider me a Good Samaritan."
COMBATSYS: Heidern endures Geese's Combo Throw.
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Heidern 1/--=====/=======|===----\-------\0 Geese
"For a man so intent on trying to win favors, you have a poor way of trying to encourage others," the soldier responds, employing no emotion as he stands amidst the curious haze of red chi that rises from him. Like Howard, he speaks quietly, for the man's ears alone. This meeting is of no concern to the audience surrounding them.
"The what," echoes the soldier, his blue eye narrowed sharply. He knows this routine. He wants a favor, clearly. It wouldn't be the first time Heidern has joined forces with those he does not particularly care for. Certainly, it won't be the last time, either. Regardless, the soldier listens and humors the blonde. Even as he charges forward, the Ikari doesn't budge.
Snared, he's caught in the painful grip of Howard, arm locked and twisted before an elbow cracks soundly against his skull. He falls, hitting the dirt with a puff of dust rising upon impact. Secretly the soldier winces, teeth clenched tightly as he impacts with the earth. "Samaritan, hm," the soldier muses aloud.
Then, in a blur, the soldier's body jerks to life, an arm thrust right for Howard's stomach, to drive those long fingers through cloth and past flesh and into muscle, perhaps deeper, his lanky arm glowing a curious shade of red...
COMBATSYS: Heidern successfully hits Geese with Final Bringer.
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Heidern 0/-------/------=|=======\-------\0 Geese
With a gruesome display of sheer apathy and raw, unrestrained power, Heidern's deadly gloved arm thrusts forward.
And right through Howard's stomach.
It's a savage gesture, the worst of Heidern's deadly arsenal of moves. And without an ounce of hesitation, the soldier unleashes it upon the likes of Geese, his face lacking a shred of mercy. With his arm plunged into the man's stomach, the hazy around his arm flares to life, pulsing and adding insult to injury as long, gloved fingers remain lodged within.
"So what do you think you could possibly offer me?" he mutters, that solitary blue eye dangerously narrowed as he looks up at Howard. "What 'strength' could you possibly offer me where you believe I am clearly lacking?"
With one harsh, unforgiving jerk of his arm, Heidern savagely withdraws it, a vicious splatter painting the floor and his fatigues. The soldier simply turns his back to the Lord of Southtown, a hand motioning sharply to the side, dismissing his glove of the blood staining leather.
"Hmph."
Ah, yes. The Final Bringer. He's heard of this move.
It's another thing -entirely- to experience it firsthand, though.
Being stabbed isn't really an unfamiliar feeling. Even with a -hand- -- Iori Yagami is notoriously bad as keeping those fingernails of his cut for any length of time. But still, feeling the full, cold fury of Heidern's might is something to behold. Speed and power intermingle as the Ikari Commander summons up the full reserves of his strength for one powerful blow. Things any trained fighter can see: the strain in Heidern's muscles, the flow and ebb of chi as its rhythm increases tenfold.
And, of course, the -schluck-!! sound as a -hand stabs into his stomach-.
"Gkk--"
Of course, he can't talk at the moment. Chi flares around Heidern's arm like a pulse. Like a heartbeat. A hacking cough, and blood dribbles down the King of Southtown's lips. Yet, despite the obvious damage...
... He smiles.
Chi burns with that impalement, but in an instant, it's all over. No flare, no dramatics. Simple brutality. As the hand withdraws, crimson stains Geese's pure white gi. He falters, staggering; his legs want to give out from underneath him. But it is a testament to Geese's sheer -willpower- that he stands... and stands proud. Heidern turns his back to him, and Geese finally speaks.
"I can offer something simple, that I think would appeal to a man like you... information... and more importantly..."
Geese's right hand lifts, palm up. A solitary orb of cold blue fire is nursed in his hand as the arm swings downward to his side.
"... firepower. Double--" With a -slash-, Geese is suddenly in motion. Chi EXPLODES from his grip with tremendous speeds, manifesting in a massive gout of deep blue fire that sputters forth from the ground. Before it can fire off on its destructive path, his -left- arm crosses in an upward swing, adding to the furious tempest with another swath of chi; the mass of power as tall as Heidern itself, the very air around it waves as it sheers a deep furow through the earth, aiming to engulf Heidern in its cold burning fury.
"--REPPUKEN!!"
COMBATSYS: Heidern blocks Geese's Double Reppuken.
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Heidern 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Geese
Heidern would not expect someone as notable as Geese to be felled by that. Howard is a man of considerable repute, fearsome in his own right. So it should come as no surprise to the soldier that, when he looks over his shoulder, the man is grinning, his posture unfaltering. Proud, arrogant.
The soldier softly scoffs, his one good eye drawing to a shut.
An offer, laid upon the proverbial table. Information and firepower. Double?
Turning, the Ikari CO blinks that eye as the orb in Geese's hand is noted. He knows what is meant to come next. Thin lips pull into a soft, barely noticeable scowl. A moment later the leader of Southsynd sends a fearsome tempest of chi sailing at him. Sliding a booted foot back, the man lifts his arms and shields his face, weathering the proverbial storm with teeth clenched behind his lips.
When the chi subsides, the sleeves of Heidern's uniform are shredded, arms sliced and bloodied. A mild inconvenience, the soldier estimates. Rather than fuss, the Ikari Commander drops his arms to his side and lifts his chin, that cold blue gaze fixed on the man before him.
"Firepower does not concern me," he states, for Howard's ears alone. "If you recall..." Need Heidern elaborate? He is the leader of the Ikari Warriors, after all. "But information...that is of use to me. But favors never come free."
His eye narrows, his voice low.
"What do you want?"
COMBATSYS: Heidern focuses on his next action.
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Heidern 0/-------/----===|=======\-------\0 Geese
What does Geese want?
He wants a pest removed without having to waste effort and manpower to do it himself.
"Nothing more than to see a terrible criminal be delivered justice. That's all."
Really.
Blue chi crackles around Geese's hands like electricity in the aftermath of his assault. The whirlwind reaped is all too evident in Heidern's arms alone; he felt that, even if his features are cold as stone. But that Heidern managed a successful defense doesn't seem to perturb Howard much. That's only a prelude to the main event, after all. Just a taste. And so, he smiles.
"I'm not asking for anything in return. If you're so hard of heart to think that's impossible, though, you can feel free to pay me for information I give you regarding Rugal and his organization," it's an obvious extravagance. What need has Geese of money, after all? But it's all he's asking in return for what he can provide. That Heidern refutes his secondary offer? Well, that's just how he'd like it.
Howard would rather not dirty his hands taking out the trash.
Still, Heidern remains inert, preparing for something. As he does? That crackle of chi doesn't fade along Geese's arms. Instead... it just seems to grow. "I think my offer is more than generous. Otherwise?" His arms lift.
"Let's see how strong your willpower is."
And then, Geese's entire body drops in a sudden swoop. He touches ground in a crouch, hands SLAMMING against the dirty earth palms-first. Dust shoots up all around him... but that's not what Heidern should be concerned about. He should be concerned about the words escaping Geese's lips.
"RAGING!"
As soon as the word is said, chi explodes like a proverbial maelstrom. Ripping out of the ground in massive, undulating claws of pure power, chi of the darkest blue hue cuts through the air in a destructive flurry, wreathed in cold violet. The chi stretches out high into the air, dwarfing both men as it flows and ebbs like a storm of power, shuddering through the air as all those claws rip outward, seeking to lash into Heidern and tear into him with its pure, unrestrained fury.
"STORM!!"
COMBATSYS: Geese successfully hits Heidern with Raging Storm'.
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Heidern 1/-------/=======|==-----\-------\0 Geese
Justice.
What would Geese Howard know about justice?
Holding his ground, the soldier stands firm, observing the blonde as he speaks. Despite the last attack, Heidern stands unfaltering and showing no signs of weakness. Behind his lips, teeth remain clenched, his jaw locked as he listens. He wants nothing of the Ikari CO; nothing. It seems too good to be true.
The Ikari Commander is suspicious. Rather than respond, he says nary a word. Instead, he watches as the energy swells around Geese's hands. Arms move, lifting upwards, a prelude to something great. Something he has seen before, but not personally. It is one of Geese Howard's most infamous moves, if not THE most.
The Raging Storm.
With one swift motion, the man drops, and beneath him the earth erupts with a furious blast of razor-sharp chi. Claws of pure energy that reach right for the man. Claws that tear into the soldier, slicing through fatigues and drawing blood. Caught in its fury, the man is wracked by the raw energy before he's sent flying back yards from the epicenter. When Heidern lands he hits disgracefully, tumbling three times before he stops. He does not move.
Is it over?
A hush consumes the audience.
A solitary blue eye blinks once, slowly. Gloved hands stir, moving upwards before they plant against the earth. Cautiously, carefully and shakily, the old Ikari rises from the ground, covered in dust and blood. Weathered features are flat, devoid of emotion and expression...
Without an ounce of warning, Heidern leaps high into the air, his body twisting as he aims high above Geese...before he descends down, hands first. Those gloved digits are intent on wrapping around his throat...
COMBATSYS: Heidern can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Geese fails to interrupt Neck Rolling Slashes from Heidern with Rebound Throw.
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With one firm grasp, Heidern does not let go.
Using the momentum of his lunging leap, the old man moves in a fashion that is utterly defiant of the laws of physics. Rotating with fearsome speeds, those claw-like gloves dig into Howard's neck as he spins, over and over like some twisted helicopter blade with Geese's throat at its center. It draws blood, sprays of red flying every which direction as the rotations continue, over and over and over...
Rather suddenly, the soldier releases, his body sent flying through the air. Twisting, he lands in a deep crouch, a hand slamming against the dirt for support. Breathing heavily, the old soldier is at his limits; he can go no more. Geese is the victor here.
But it would appear Heidern is impassive at best. Slowly, the soldier rises, turning on his thick boots. His back to Geese, the man glances over a shoulder, that one, good eye he has left peering at the Southsynd leader.
"We'll be in touch."
Lifting himself up from the remnants of the Storm, Geese Howard stares at Heidern's prone form almost impassively. A single, pale blonde brow lifts.
"You're not done yet, I imagine."
No. No...
... They never are.
And Howard is proven right as Heidern comes to a slow, shaky stand. He leaps. His form a mere dot against the arena roof, Geese's body lurches forward, tensing in a crouch. Heidern descends -- Geese lashes out, intending to intercept him in mid-air.
Instead, he gets a near-attempted decapitation for his efforts.
"Kkh--"
Heidern rotates around the King of Southtown as if he were the blades of some crazed helicopter. Those sharp glove tips dig into flesh, and a fine spray of red flings through the air for Heidern's efforts. Shallow cuts add up to debilitating damage as it is all suddenly brought to a close; Heidern releases and blood oozes from Geese's neck freely. He falters. He -nearly- falls, staggering forward...
... But ultimately, he catches himself. After all, he can't fall here; he has so much to prove.
"Ghh.. ghhk..." Slowly, Geese presses a hand against his very tender and bloody neck. "... Funny..." he breaths out in a hoarse voice as Heidern begins to slow walk away.
"... I was about to say the same thing." A profitable meeting.
It is so awfully convenient...
... to have people around with the power to do your dirty work for you.
COMBATSYS: Geese has ended the fight here.
Log created on 22:43:03 12/14/2007 by Geese, and last modified on 18:17:41 12/16/2007.