No, Fuck You (Closed)

[Leon]

((Ooc: you know who you are))

So Leon was back in the game... Maybe. He had decidedly retired from the life he once put before him. Conflict for the sake of growthe, danger for the sake of fun. He thought he had moved on, but the itch, the urge was ever present. Running a hand through his hair as he walked down the side walk, wearing the uniform he was famous for in this city from his years attending and then running the city with the now defunct organization. Punks however followed the legacy enough nto to fuck with him. At least the smart ones. Every now and then some new blood would do something stupid. Even in Leons rusty and mostly non violent state could whoop a whelp.


Today Leon was simply collecting on some businesses that owed protection to him that hadn't paid last week. Setting examples wasn't something he wanted to do, especially as a boss, but sometimes you have to make a statement. Decidedly left his gear in lock up in that forsaken tower.

[Baldur Odinson]

On Leon's block, a new business had opened up.

It was a pet shop.

Behind the counter stood a man with a cat on his shoulder, eyes on the door as though....waiting.

[Leon]

He did see the new shop. Might as well go in and make friends. Entering the store he'D see the man and give a nod and a slow stare. Finally making his way around he would look for something semi expensive, like a fish tank. Maybe about thirty gallons.

"How much is the tank if I get a full set up with rocks and shit?"

[Baldur Odinson]

Thomas smiled as Leon entered.

"Probably not as much as the protection payment's people have been giving you, Mr. Sudeki."

Thomas would hum a little as his eyes looked over Leon's outfit.

"My my....you are shapely."

He would lean forward, hands clasped in front of him as his forearms would rest on the counter.

"Three hundred fifty dollars for the tank, Forty for the rocks, Fifty-nine ninety nine for the fish and I'll even throw in a castle. Would you like a Castle, Mr. Sudeki?"

[Leon]

Leon would give out a soft whistle at the quip and the subsequent prices he heard. Moving away from the tank knowing now breaking it for the shock value would just be a waste of potential income that could syphon to his organization would just be dumb.

"A castle? Maybe when I was younger."

Walking over to the counter he would put his hands in his pockets and stand kind of slack in front of the guy.

"Well you know who I am, as well as why I'm here, so there is no reason to explain. I appreciate the time savor. However, your level of calm has me... Perturbed so let's not beat around the bush. You feel confident about not paying protection, and I enjoy being paid so I can pay the kids who work for me. So what do we do at this cross roads?"

[Baldur Odinson]

"Why, it's quite simple."

He'd jam a thumb behind him and turn around, walking along the counter and opening the door to the back room. He'd wave Leon forward, and lead the way inside. It opened into a massive warehouse. Thinking back...Leon would note that this structure was not there when he walked up.

"Welcome to Simon's Gate, Mr. Sudeki."

The warehouse seemed to stretch on forever. The cat on Thomas' shoulder jumped off and ran away, darting down a long hall.

"You seem to have fun with your little club- and you do get money. You get things done. But you seem to respect one thing only, and that's power. Whether that comes from money or force is unknown."

He shrugged off his jacket.

"So here is what we're gonna do, Mr. Sudeki. You're going to join my organization, and work for me. Because unlike you, I'm not comfortable settling for this little scrap of land. I plan to rule the world, baby."

He started rolling up his sleeves.

[Leon]

Leon would follow out of curiosity and sure enough wasn't let down. Not only did that guy have some sort of pocket dimension he called Simons Gate, but he was half psycho, or full he wasn't quite sure yet. He did however have one comment.

"The world is awfully big."

The guy wasn't wrong when he said Leon only seemed to respect power. And when he saw the guy rolling up his sleeves the right side of his mouth curved a bit.

"In my prime only three people could be counted my equal. Luckily for you. That was some years ago."

Leon would simply begin walking towards this oddball.

[Baldur Odinson]

"Oh, believe me. I know."

He would walk forward himself, cracking his neck.

"I, however, have no equals. I'm in a league of my own."

He'd stop once within range.

"Try to make this fun for me."

He'd wait for Leon to strike first!

Stats:

Atk: 51
Def: 40
Spd: 60
Per: 80
Eng: 40

[Leon]

"Tch."

Leon would push his left foot forward in a slide planting it and pushing off with his right foot following, and raising his right hand with the momentum to throw a right diagonal uppercut, his left hand coming up to build half the cage defense for his upper torso and head.

Leon didn't like how calmly cocky this guy was, it didn't rub him right, but for now he didn't seem any different in attitude to the Punks he had to put down every now and then.

[Baldur Odinson]

Thomas tilted his face downward so he'd take it to the face instead of the chin, the punch slamming into him like a fuckin' mega-ton hammer. His cheek rippled with the contact, his body lifting into the air. His legs spread wide, both arms down between his legs as his body would spiral through the air and smash into a box, shattering the tank inside.

Thomas lay there for several seconds before he sat up with a groan.

"Wuuuh.....bwaahaha.....you really do pack a punch!"

Standing, he'd roll his shoulders and reach up to pop his collar, giving a sophisticated smirk despite the blood leaking from the left side of his mouth.

"Alright! Seems we have a fight!"

He'd walk forward calmly and aim a left stab-punch for Leon's face. Then he would throw a right hook!

[Leon]

Leon growled a bit when the guy got back up and adjusted himself to be more in the fight.

"Like I said... Perturbed."

More to himself than to the guy, when the stab punch came in Leon had already built his cage and was hunched into it. His fore arms taking the hit, but they were. Pushed against him, he had to lift to his tip toes to slide with the force and not lose his balance. When the hook came in it hit awkward breaking the guard on his left side. Eyes wide with a new cut on the left forehead, he ducked a bit shifting with his feet to turn, rolling his entire upper body with the duck to swing his momentum to his left bringing the cage back up quickly he would drop his right fist to strike the guys lower right ribs. If it worked Leon would throw a head butt at the right side of the guys face.

Leon did not like the situation, but the fact the guy was stronger. Yeah his smile was still there.

[Baldur Odinson]

The fist struck his rib cage- and this time, Leon would notice that the mans skin was noticeably harder. Much less malleable. And almost like he could predict the future, Thomas would aim to grab Leon's arm above the elbow as it made contact with his cage with his left hand. He'd bend his right arm and throw his elbow forward in a forward elbow strike for Leon's face.

If it hit, Thomas would turn and, using the grip, aim to lift Leon's body up to judo-throw that fucker into the boxes next to where he landed earlier. However, Thomas would be grinning like a madman, teeth covered in blood as he would chase after him, jumping into the air and jutting out a knee to try and smash it into Sudeki's sternum.

Assuming his strike and throw worked, of course, and that Leon was laying on his ass.

[Leon]

The first solid hit in seconds for the guy elbow strike landing on Leons face stunning him momentarily to be tossed, smashing the box with his body and a harsh grunt. This guy was the real deal. Made him wonder if he'D have been able to drop the fuck in his prime... A debate for later cause the guy was attacking him. From the air.

~Bad move.~

Leon used the fact he hit the box upside down and pushed off the ground to curl his legs to his chin be for using his back, arms, abs, and legs to kick them at Pet shop man's face and chest as he came in. Hoping to use the full extension of his legs to counter attack the flying man.

If it did Leon would follow the momentum pushing with his hands to land on his feet and chase the guy wherever he ended up and try to shift the momentum his way.

[Baldur Odinson]

OOC: Due to angle of attack, Thomas is at a disadvantage, however his perception is quite high. Rolling for attack success:

GM: 8
Player: 14

Attack failed.

IC: 

His kicks landed, taking the momentum out of his attack and sending him skittering across the ground. His body flopped harmlessly before he smashed into the leg of a steel rack/shelf. He sat there, a scrape having opened over the center of his brow. His mouth bled a little more now from the kick having connected as well, the dirty bootprint from Leon's foot being on his cheek. 

He looked down at his torn shirt, chesire-cat esque smile appearing on his face.

"You little shit....my shirt!"

[Leon]

Leon would chase pet shop man and attempt to keep the momentum he gained from that attack by dropping to his knees in a slide aiming to hail maker right punch to smash center stage to the guys face, however he was aiming for the steel rack, he simply made sure the trajectory had the guys face smack in the middle.

Leon was hoping to drive the dude head first into the rack and any crates or shit that were on it to shove him as far into or through it as he could. Leon may be rusty, but he was still ruthless.