[Bakan]

Interviewer: “So you feel that this will be a easy match?”

*Standing in the middle of his locker room, Bakan slowly and methodically gets ready. Already clad in his battle-jumpsuit and heavy combat boots, Bakan shrugs on the combat vest, it’s comforting weight due to his adamantium mesh comforted him. Looking over at the flunky interviewer next to him, Bakan grunted to himself.*

Bakan: “Obviously no, I beat Heiro once before, but he has had time to prepare. I too have had time to prepare, but preparation can only do so much.”

Interviewer: “That’s why you have all that….. that... stuff here?”

*On the table in front of him was all his equipment, laid out in a nice organized fashion. Grabbing his various grenades, Bakan scattered them along his vest, taking care to make sure they all were ready to be pulled at a moments notice. His throwing knifes and poisoned needles where next, concealed in several places. Next went his Tachyon Pistols under his shoulders and Desert Eagles on either hip, each fully loaded, and their spare clips scattered on his belt. Strapping on his gauntlets, Bakan smiled as he felt their weight, and twisted his wrists, and nodded in satisfaction at the freedom of movement.*

Bakan: “Of course, you can’t be to prepared. Anyways, you better leave, I have to get ready here.”

*Turning his back, Bakan grabbed his trenchcoat and puts it on. Then came his sword, lying on the table in its scabbard. It was a new sword, still untested in battle, yet it’s maker Planetkiller said that it would be just as, if not better than his previous sword. Grabbing it, Bakan placed it in the slot in the back of his trenchcoat. Finally he grabbed his M.A.P.R. rifle, and hefted it, checking its weight. Grabbing the first set of reloads, he slammed them into places, and smiled as the pulse rounds shot up to 100, and a small red light went on as the spikes loaded. Holding it one handed, Bakan walked out of his locker room and towards the arena itself.*

Shortly Thereafter

*Standing at the closed doors that led to the entrance, Bakan slowly put on his sunglasses. Grabbing his M.A.P.R. rifle in both hands and bringing it up to his shoulder, Bakan inhaled, then exhaled slightly as the doors slowly opened, jumping forward and landing in a crouch, rifle aimed at Heiro.*

*Standing still for a moment, Bakan watched Heiro exit on the opposite side, then did something with his hands. His sunglasses filtering the light, Bakan saw his “sleight-of-hand” with the bag containing the flowers, and smiled. While he had magical talent, he apparently still used simple tricks. Seeing him reaching the center of the arena, and crossed his hands, apparently waiting for Bakan to strike first. Bakan was more than ready to accept the invitation.*

*Rolling to the side, Bakan came out of the roll running to the left, then skidded to a stop, rifle still aimed at Heiro, then squeezed the trigger. The rifle, designed to minimize kick-back as much as possible, shook slightly as it fired it’s 10mm caseless armor-tipped explosive bullets, or pulse rounds as he called them. Holding the trigger down, Bakan smiled to himself as Heiro’s torso exploded in blood as the bullets struck him, exploding on contact, with successive bullets tearing deeper into Heiro, destroying internal organs, bones and muscles, along with skin of course. As Heiro staggered back from the impacts, Bakan’s thumb casually hit a switched, then he paused firing, noting that he fired about 37 shots, then pull the trigger. The underbarrel of the rifle jerked as it magnetically shot a 30cm spike. Sailing true, it stabbed deep into Heiro’s throat a matter of nano-seconds.*

*Seeing the spike now embedded in Heiro’s throat, Bakan hoped that his spinal cord was severed, and that a severed spinal cord would hinder him. In any case, Bakan sprinted towards Heiro, firing the pulse rounds again into Heiro’s body, this time aiming more towards his head, ready to dodge to the side if the need arose.*