Description: Rolento hired Oswald in a previous, if clandestine meeting, however required a test of strength. A chance for Rolento to analyse and understand the mysterious if unpredictable art Oswald uses. The fight is violent and unpredictable, and despite being outmatched, a good show is made of it.
The location chosen for the fighting appraisal is rather out in the middle of nowhere by even the most conservative standards; a few hours drive from Southtown to a broad and thick forest, the coordinates of which would not of been given until almost the last possible moment. To arrive without some semblance of reckless haste would be quite an accomplishment. Given he had given no warning or hint, it might be harrowing to any with an understanding of how the military man works.
Yet even then, there would be a short hike through the forest proper to get to the precise location. And any expectation of a clearing, opening, or anything of the like would prove incorrect. The only landmark is a simple stump amidst the foliage and sediments, tangled in briars and vines. A small black GPS beacon is atop it, light regularly blinking in pulses. There is no sign of Rolento; yet within the dark shadows, stray beams of light piercing the thick foliage of the spread branches, he could be here already.
..Oswald might or might not know he was a veteran of Vietnam, and was the most gruesome and horrific ambusher in the jungles of Mekong Delta. Hardly consolation.
This was a hell of a place to pick for a fight. It's been a long time since he's done wilderness warfare. Armed with nothing but a GPS enabled smartphone and his wits, he didn't have too difficult a time making it to the location in question - and he wasn't dressed as snappy as before, either. In fact he has a sort of a mockup of something business casual; a plain white shirt with a huntsman's vest atop. It's not military standard by far but given his equipment seems to point that he at least isn't unaware of his surroundings.
His choice of pants and shoes match the need too, high lace-ups with somewhat baggy cargo pants along with. He has a few additional accessories to go with, including knife, no doubt a pack or two of cigarettes and cards. He didn't know what to expect so he remained ready for what he could.
Arriving at the GPS pulser, he reaches over to it and with a little 'click' turns off the emitter. Rolento probably knew this place well if he chose it as a battleground, there was no need to attract and additional attention other than that. The man paid good money for this fight, so, he was hopefully going to get its worth.
Sitting down on the bough of a fallen tree, he strikes out a lighter and takes in a puff of a cigraette lazily, letting the smoke pass through his nose on exhale, and while he seems to be rather relaxed he tries to remain aware. Listening, letting his instincts sink in a bit ...
There are thousands of sounds, all intermingling into an intimate tapestry. Every shifted leaf, every branch rasping upon another. Even the slightest wind creates a chorus, and such completely excludes the everyday song of creatures and the environment. And within such, Rolento simply doesn't exist. This is his world; and his supernatural awareness, combined with the nigh supercomputer capability of his mind, mesh as one. Every shuffle, every move, is concealed beneath multiple louder sounds. Slowly he has woven, to situate himself above Oswald with breath held.
And in a flash, he moves.
For the sheer violence of his descent, it could still have been mistaken for a light gust of wind. Yet he attempts to heft one heavily muscled arm about Oswald's shoulder, trying to wrench it behind while the other snaps a long, gleaming knife to press tightly against his jugular. He would do nothing beyond this grapple initially... apparently more curious how Oswald reacts, if able.
*shnk*
Was it his fate to be caught unaware? There's a tenseness that grips his body as the knife comes to his throat, eyes closing as he stays rather deathly still, barely visible behind those ruddy lenses on those golden frames. Still save for the arm that comes up to put the cigarette to his lips, to take another long, if shaky drag at the thing.
"Sun Tzu." Oswald speaks just before exhaling in full, letting the wisps of vapor like smoke waft into the air before he flicks the cigraette upon the ground and grinds it under his boot, "He said that a battle is always best fought upon contientious terrains. I see now that you have this advantage - if not more - in full, Mister Rolento. I commend you on this display of stealth." His voice stays low, even surprisingly centered for such a stressful moment - it wouldn't be the first time he's had a knife to his throat, "But you didn't pay over a million dollars for the prilvedge to just slit my throat. An impressive show nonetheless - just like those SAS blokes. Always envied them."
"Sun Tzu's philosophy is useless to my tactics. The mentality of those in the wars I came from are far different then he would of thought possible." Yet despite engaging in a bit of friendly palaver, he makes no motion to release Oswald, nor is he particularly careful about the razor edge of his knife. "Dozens of men fell to me in this hold. No man alive has known I was there until they fell bleeding upon the ground. It is important that one retains full combative ability, regardless of time off familiar battlefields." With that, he slips backwards, twirling the knife a single time before loosely holding it in his left hand. The other, now holding his sleek and weathered baton. His uniform is the same, if sane for the surroundings. All deep greens, including the beret. His face smeared with camouflage paint. "You are a man akin to urban environments. I thought to better test your true mettle outside the constraints of the concrete jungle. Adaptability is your greatest tool, correct?!"
There was a well buried feeling of relief as Rolento pulled away, and as his steps mark him as having distanced himself, Oswald brings himself to a stand from his seat and taking a few steps forward - increases the distance just a bit more. "I like to think myself as versatile and adaptable, yes." He gives a short nod as he is in the process of slipping on his trademarked black gloves, no doubt the fight in this environment would merit it, "I admit that the odds are stacked on the side that you have greater experience than I do here, but a warrior does not always choose where a battle will take place."
"As for my greatest tool? I'd say it's well balanced between my self control, and my instincts." Left ankle followed by right gives a bit of a twist into the ground, feeling how much it gives, settling in a tad in case he needs to react, "I suppose I will learn just what I excel at, and lack, in this environment you chose for me."
%r%tThere was a well buried feeling of relief as Rolento pulled away, and as his steps mark him as having distanced himself, Oswald brings himself to a stand from his seat and taking a few steps forward - increases the distance just a bit more. "I like to think myself as versatile and adaptable, yes." He gives a short nod as he is in the process of slipping on his trademarked black gloves, no doubt the fight in this environment would merit it, "I admit that the odds are stacked on the side that you have greater experience than I do here, but a warrior does not always choose where a battle will take place."%r%t"As for my greatest tool? I'd say it's well balanced between my self control, and my instincts." Left ankle followed by right gives a bit of a twist into the ground, feeling how much it gives, settling in a tad in case he needs to react, "I suppose I will learn just what I excel at, and lack, in this environment you chose for me."%r
"Self control? As long as such is not constrictive. Discipline is of utmost importance!! There is a distinct difference!" Of course anyone who's seen Rolento go crazy and blow himself up would agree he's got little of that. "Instincts, we will see..." His own beret is adjusted a single time as well, stance spreading in a subtle fashion as he begins what seems to be preparation for the fight itself. "And I don't recall making a single mention that you had to win." Rolento comments, as if such is little more then a footnote. "Your chance of victory..." White eyes narrow dangerously, the only precursor of what is to come. "...Is zero...!" Steel blurs between the distance, his held knife violently sinking into the trunk of an opposite tree, hard enough to rattle free some leaves. This would be dodged or avoided, if not easily. Given that it's a feint; Three more smaller throwing knives fan out of Rolento's hand, grasped so quickly as if to appear magic, before the entirely are hurled in Oswald's direction. Slithering apart, aiming for vitals -- not nearly the withdrawn force that one might expect from a 'spar'...
COMBATSYS: Rolento has started a fight here.
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COMBATSYS: Oswald has joined the fight here.
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Oswald 0/-------/-------|-------\-------\0 Rolento
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Oswald with Thrown Object.
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Oswald 0/-------/------=|-------\-------\0 Rolento
The moment that steel blurs, Oswald dashes forward in a rushed sprint, the blade finding home in a shoulder quite well, quite deep as he's been declared 'zero chance of survival' so to speak. If there's zero chance, Oswald knew he at least had to put on a hell of a show. His reputation must be upheld, after all.
With a rather feral growl at the knife, the handle is gripped in mid-stride as he pushes from the ground in a leap, the bloody blade gripped point-down as he dives in for a return-of-favor, aiming to drive the knife into Rolento's body.
COMBATSYS: Oswald successfully hits Rolento with Fierce Strike.
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Oswald 0/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Rolento
Using his own knife against him?! Well, that's just the kind of adaptiveness that Rolento praises. Of course, lunging across the intervening distance at such a lethargic pace gives him a very low chance of dodging; so low in fact, he opts for a 'dangerous' one; Trying to shift aside at the last possible moment, instead of vacating dodge as one could say. This was a mistake... Oswald is far more precise then anticipated, compensating enough to sink into his upper back with a snarl. Yet his pivot doesn't halt in the slightest; his forearm flashing out, trying to catch Oswald by the throat and then heft him downwards to slam upon a sharp rock. "Hrrmph. Interesting! Standard observation yields unreliable data."
COMBATSYS: Oswald blocks Rolento's Medium Strike.
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Oswald 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Rolento
Rolento was observing him? Worrysome. The last time someone had observed him for that long he ended up having to flee Ireland and go into hiding in Europe, but that was long long ago in a country far away. Thinking about that now wouldn't do him any good.
A grunt of exertion and throaty pain is the result from the strike to his neck, but he braces his weight quite well against the attempt to smash him, staying more or less upright.
With a sudden twist though, his right arm hooks over the one that grips his throat and give a sudden tug backwards as his left loops to 'key' over the joint, delivering a shot of pressure as he attempts to heft Rolento's weight over his shoulder, and through the air... and to the ground.
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Oswald's Medium Throw.
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Oswald 1/-------/=======|===----\-------\0 Rolento
That mistake is not made a second time, although it's no longer an assured thing. Once he feels the shift to grapple his arm, Rolento twists as well, retracting in a fluid manner. There's a momentary moment of stern shock where the constriction almost catches him, but he finds himself backflipping fluidly to a safe distance; Although he doesn't stop. Jumping again, he kicks off a tree, almost blurring. Rebounding off another. An explosion of sediment, before he's overhead, coiled visage sheathed in the blinding light of a lone patch in the forest tapestry; when the sun itself is fully in view from Oswald's vantage. Whether this is intentional or not is probably secondary to avoiding the heavy downwards thwack of his baton, ergo...
COMBATSYS: Oswald counters Mekong Delta from Rolento with King.
- Power hit! -
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Oswald 1/------=/=======|===----\-------\0 Rolento
"Cheh..." He grunts a curse as Rolento fluidly slips away like some sort of serpent, and suddenly takes to the trees in a rather dizzying display of acrobatics. It was hard for him to follow the movements. He truly was in his element here - but perhaps one of Oswald's interesting features is that maybe, just maybe, he didn't have a favored element- and at the same time did not have a disfavored element.
The first bound or so has Oswald trying to follow suit, but maybe during the great rush of the assault the sound of one of the cargo pocket's velcro being pulled open to retrieve that familiar deck of cards was missed, as at the very last moment, Oswald raises an arm and the baton strikes a single titanium lined card to cause a brief flare of light, and then the card gives way, allowing the strike to draw through it and strike the fell earth underneath, for the Gambler's body is simply not there, standing a good few feet away and still in a pugilistic pose.
"Fast." He states flatly, waiting to see what was next.
"...!" Rolento is honestly surprised, although it doesn't much show. He slithers backwards, leisurely, beginning to twirl his baton once more. "Twice my calculations have been incorrect. Suffice to say the probability of such is insignificantly low. You are a curious aberration, Mr. Oswald. But I require more data..." With that he shoots forward, tucking into a ball and rolling in a way that might seem comical. At least until he sprung upwards, attempting to snap both legs about Oswald's throat; To then plant his hands upon the ground, baton betwix, and then viciously flip the man away. Assuredly far from a standard approach.
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Oswald with Medium Throw.
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Oswald 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Rolento
The less Oswald spoke, the harder he would be to read. His breath hisses out of him in a sort of distended sigh as he watches that baton twirl and listens to the monologue. The barest light allowed through the foliage causes bar-like glints of white in his otherwise red spectacles.
With the rush forward, Oswald is mistaken to think that the bizarre throw is a kick, and his arms come up entirely incorrect, allowing the grab and followthrough to fling him back first into the same felled log he was seated on before and coming to rest upon his side. With a hard wince and a somewhat gurgled exhale, though he gets up once more. It hurt, but he couldn't just stop now.
"Your technique is interesting. It's not a normal Military Sambo." He states the rather obvious as his fingers relax and stay limber, arms flicking down to draw out the trademarked cards from thin air, "I hope you are as impressed with my style as I am with yours."
This time he dashes in a bit quicker than before as both arms come up to try and feint as to which would slash in, only allowing the left to come down in a quick arc at the very last second.
COMBATSYS: Oswald successfully hits Rolento with Weapon Jab.
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Oswald 1/----===/=======|====---\-------\0 Rolento
"I have no style. That is your first mistake. As for your own? I am intrigued your gimmick has given you such success, even if I am disappointed you publicly used it. No man alive would have expected a pack of cards until your participation in Saturday Night Fight" There's not really any spectacular response to the feint. Rolento merely leaps away, the front of his jacket parting to reveal a line of crimson; it was close, but Oswald was a good deal closer. "That assault was not dangerous. A logical assumption was you were attempting to break my guard to unleash a more significant assault in the near future. Unless you are confident enough in your string of success to believe attrition a viable path." Rolento grins, in a way that is not entirely even. "I am not sure which. I can name on my hand the people who I have been unable to forsee. Many times, the deciding factor is whether I can avoid it regardless of the knowledge..." After all, he's an old man. Nowhere near the physical peer of many, even if rather close to his prime. And then he kicks himself high into the air once more, heel kipping out at the apex and descending, trying to crack upon the side of his opponent's shoulder beyond arm's reach; to make it hopefully more difficult to retaliate against...\
COMBATSYS: Oswald endures Rolento's Light Kick.
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Oswald 1/--=====/=======|====---\-------\0 Rolento
There is no answer this time, and if one were to try and read his face - he has a countenance that hasn't been visited in a very long time. His lips are neutral, features relaxed, body still and strangely even the usual nuances of motion; the trembles, the slight changes in stance aren't there in him as Rolento takes to the air with his leap and goad.
His head relaxes and rises up as the skybound arch of a kick comes in, but it's when it's mid-down from apex that Oswald springs to life. It's a twitch of a reaction, but he leaps straight into the kick, letting deliver its bruising strike, as behind them both, a single card hits into the ground with a dull *thud*.
In the leap, the Irishman's arm is outstretched, aiming to grab Rolento by the throat...
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Oswald's Joker'.
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Oswald 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Rolento
So Rolento was finally right. The moment he feels the decisive impact, he is aware that Oswald has put all of his eggs into one basket. The outcome of this fight rides on the capability to avoid the next blow, and he lets nothing out. His body, tense as a bowstring, erupts into action at the same moment that Oswald does. The card isn't noticed, only that vicelike grip. It closes upon the throat... but Rolento slips free, for once landing with a loud thump on the ground, lacking the grace otherwise shown. He literally hurled himself away, all speed and no finesse. "Hmm... I assume I would not have wished for that to connect." Rolento flows to his feet in a heartbeat, giving little further opportunity. "But I think..." The world begins to slow, blurring except for Oswald. Who comes in sharper and sharper detail, white eyes mere slivers. "...I am beginning to see the language hidden beneath the masterful subtleness you are displaying..." To himself, he's almost talking in slow motion. Now, Rolento is at his peak. It will not last long... this perfection had best not be wasted!
COMBATSYS: Rolento focuses on his next action.
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Oswald 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Rolento
As Oswald's feet land, he keeps his back turned for a moment, taking a slow breath to try and calm himself. No one ever won at a poker table by running hot, this was no different. So Rolento had seen through his subtlety, and now he was in measure of concentrating. Feeling he was the underdog was coming more from a notion and shaping into reality.
A cornered beast always fights the hardest.
His hands clench into fists as his body spins around, kicking up a small mote of dirt underfoot as he decides to press his next attack with a rather brazen show personal disregard, bringing himself in with a fevered dash and giving his body a full twist to appear to go into a roundhouse, instead, the kick comes forth delayed until the full 360 twist happens, instead aiming for the knee.
COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Oswald's Light Kick.
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Oswald 0/-------/------=|====---\-------\0 Rolento
Yet too much was wasted on the impression Rolento would remain standing still; in many environments he's in constant motion, and now is no difference. He's rolled backwards at a rapid pace, pushing from the ground and then yanking something from his bandolier. A single pin spirals away, landing with a single gleam. The large grenade is reared back, other hand raising to center Oswald. As he falls backwards, gracefully, the invisible seconds ticking down, he finally throws it. It audibly whistles through the air, yet is intended to *slam* into the gambler's side, and stagger him -- so he has no defense to the eruption of shrapnel and flame, condensed explosives enough to split a tank asunder. Thereafter he hits the ground on his upper back, using the inertia to flow into a crouch with one hand, fingers splayed, bracing him upright.
COMBATSYS: Oswald reflects Grenadier from Rolento with Heart.
-* CRITICAL HIT! *-
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Oswald 0/-------/-----==|===----\-------\0 Rolento
IS. HE. CRAZY?
"What the fu..." He has no chance to complete his sentance as the grenade is lobbed and his arms go into a flurry. There was NO way in his mind he was going to take a frag grenade - not after he's seen what such things can do, mostly to his own comrades-in-arms.
With dozens of quick motions, he unloads like an automatic, splaying cards around him in a circle until he comes to two cards in particular, the crimson and black suits of the Jacks of hearts, two of them, one for each deck in each hand.
There's a brief flare of silvery power as he brings his body into a single 180 spin, arms flaring out to both sides to form a circle of brief force as fortune was on his side. Was the timer simply off? Why didn't it explode? Whatever the case may be, with a *tink* of metal on metal, the grenade is flung back, bouncing off the tangible yet fleeting sheild Oswald managed to create with his cards...
COMBATSYS: Oswald successfully hits Rolento with Reflected Grenadier.
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Oswald 0/-------/----===|=====--\-------\0 Rolento
No, it wasn't off. The issue was the raw power behind it. Given he intended to slam Oswald backwards, all that kinetic force had to go somewhere -- namely, flying right back at Rolento, as if he had bounced a ping pong ball off a wall. But it doesn't get all the way; Exploding a fair bit before reaching him, which is the only reason he's instead heavily peppered with shrapnel and flame, as opposed to eating it in the face. He knows just how much that move hurts, so realizes just how lucky he is that he did not play around. Skidding a few meters, wincing painfully, a particularly large wedge is yanked out. "Incredible performance. You are still unlikely to prevail, but incredible. I had not anticipated this heated a battle!" Yes, he sounds pleased. Although he still shifts forward, spiraling his baton madly. While still apparently out of range, he lunges and leans, sweeping suddenly while trying to catch Oswald fully. Two more lightning quick advances meld into a combination, the last of the rotorblade-like multiple impacts intending to send him flying backwards!
COMBATSYS: Rolento successfully hits Oswald with Patriot Circle.
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Oswald 1/----===/=======|=====--\-------\0 Rolento
That baton. Brings back memories of the 'good ole days', interrogations, beatdowns, suppression. How he hated it, loathe it. To feel that strike again wasn't exactly high on his list of things to experience again before the end of his days. There's a short nod of gratitude given to Rolento as he finally receives a compliement, but Oswald's silence probably indicates that he's staying focused as much as possible on this one fight. He didn't expect it to be this violent either.
The quick advances time in quicker than he can bring his arms in to defend, the great strikes of the stick send him reeling and rather airborn, his dread-weighted body interrupted in mid flight by one of the trees off center, sending him into a rather flopping fall.
There's a veil of foliage between his body and Rolento as the groans if pain and struggle to get up are easily heard - there's no guise of stealth being upheld here on his behalf a branch snapping as he puts a foot down to bring himself back up to his feet.
"D...damn..." He hisses to himself as his body can be seen now over the brushery, looking at Rolento's rather standing-tall state compared to Oswald's battered body, "Heh... I expected to be more of a challenge to you, Sir. I just hope I can find a way to find a flaw in your calculations again..."
A hand reaches up to draw across a split lip, smearing the trickling blood there over his tanned skin, simply standing there and taking this moment in... Reflecting on it. Tasting it. Almost /feeding/ on it.
COMBATSYS: Oswald gains composure.
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Oswald 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Rolento
"Don't be stupid!!" is snarled, as if Rolento just got slapped in the face. "You've passed all expectations. This was merely a test. Only your first blow was avoidable, and only had I read you properly. Beyond such, it has been a spectacular performance. Twice, had you even thought of evasion or protection, you'd of been shattered. Repelling me is completely sufficient!! But you only have one more play left in your hand, I believe. And a second, with desperation. Are you capable of using such properly?!" With that he advances once more, hefting his foot to kick Oswald in the side of the knee; assailing the joint, before following up with a simple brutal shove. Were he injured, that might place him in a far more vulnerable position for the seemingly benign damage it might cause.
COMBATSYS: Oswald blocks Rolento's Quick Throw.
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Oswald 1/-----==/=======|=====--\-------\0 Rolento
"Maybe I surpassed your expectations. But I did not satisfy mine." Oswald's tone is low and cold, almost unforgiving though strangely enough it's referring to himself rather than his opponent, "I strive to bring my best to every battlefield, and this shows that I still have a long way to go... much more training to endure even in my age before I can say that I am /truly/ ready."
And then the soldier's joint kick and shove comes in, and while his body rocks with the kick to try and dull the impact, he pushes his weight stern and forward into the shove, allowing him to take the kick without toppling. It's a sudden move, but with the lowered semi-crouch from the kick, Oswald picks up one of the discarded cards and draws himself suddenly tense, bringing it up in an uppercut style slash, aiming mainly at Rolento's torso as he buckles from the blow to his knee.
COMBATSYS: Rolento interrupts Fierce Strike from Oswald with Stinger.
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Oswald 1/--=====/=======|=====--\-------\0 Rolento
"I already told you, you have no chance of victory." Rolento continues, sounding almost amused in a manner that might make Oswald even more irritated. "This is not an insult. This is reality!!" And in this flash, at least half the fight is sealed. A lunge upwards minimizes the depth of the slashed card, but it still elicits a cry of pain and droplets of blood splattering the ground. But while Oswald is still in the full motion, a heavy knife is yanked free again. And hurled, hitting him dead in the gut -- so much strength behind the throw that Rolento is momentarily kicked a foot upwards, stalling his descent into a stumble backwards. "I SHALL NOT GIVE YOU THE CHANCE TO USE YOUR LAST HAND!! YOUR MISTAKE WAS IN RELYING ON IT!!"
The knife is strong and true, the strike to the gut bringing a flow of blood to his mouth as Rolento sails high. "MAYBE NOT WIN... BUT..." his eyes flit over to that still embedded card in the tree in that tense, almost slowed-down moment of time as the Soldier is in the air.
Darkness was encircling his perhipreal vision, the muscles in his legs were giving. He knew what was coming and it had been a long time since he tasted the liquidy and cold depths of such a deep sleep.
He had missed his opportunity once, but maybe now that he was airborne... maybe he can make a good last show of it. He wanted to ensure Rolento respected him - superior opponents are rare - respect would allow himself to be tested again in the future. A gentleman seeks respect in all forms.
Thus his arms reach out to grab at the ankle of Rolento... to give him a crushing swing downwards....
COMBATSYS: Oswald can no longer fight.
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COMBATSYS: Rolento dodges Oswald's Joker'.
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... but no... his steps waver and his hands weakly grasp at the ankle as he begins to stumble forward... falling as his arms limpen, legs crumble. Oswald has fallen, crumpling to the ground like a puppet who's strings have been cut...
Ah, Oswald is very wrong on one count. He is quite respected. Moreso then any other mercenary in his employ; Yamazaki is an unstable fool, for instance. Stopping his masterful Mekong Delta was enough to raise an eyebrow, but the grenade... he was at his peak! He set it up 110 percent! This is a man who will rise to any level of his being. But-- in this fight, his highest level wasn't quite enough. "I've gathered the relevant information I need." Of course, he won't vocalize this. He might expect more from him. "When I need lower level people taken care of, and wish for either tact or artistry, I shall contact you." ...And then he's gone, using his disappearing act in the jungle that first got Oswald in that fatal grip at the onset. Yet a fair pool of blood beneath where he stood more then shows the weight of the battle...
COMBATSYS: Rolento has ended the fight here.
Log created on 21:03:32 03/19/2008 by Oswald, and last modified on 00:53:51 03/20/2008.