[Date: October 15, 2020. Time: 1 pm GMT.] [Tim's cell rings. He's... somewhere, you can decide.] [Start] * Tim is somewhere in a SAB owned storage facility, you can tell this by the way Property of S.A.B. is stencled onto every conceivalbe flat surface, and a few inconcievable ones as well. He's checking on the contents of a crate when his phone rings and he checks to see what the number is. [Warlow's calling.] [Tim meanwhile comes dangerously close to two of the stones of Shiva. Fished out of a river by the brits decades ago. But they're not specially labelled, so who can tell.] (Fortune and glory!) (They were within my grasp!) (But the government assured me they were being studied by "Top. Men." The sinister pause made it seem so true.) [Tim's phone rings a second time.] (Who's calling?) (Warlow. See above. :P) (I debated that recently with one of my coworkers. We agreed that all things considered, an unlabelled crate in a secret government warehouse was probably one of the better things to do with the ark. (Gha, scrolled.) (There's a great parody of that at the end of The Big Over Easy.) * Tim picks up. "You've reached the services of Shimiru and Bob, how may I direct your call?" ( I'd like to speak with Bob.) * Warlow snorts. 'ey y'all. Ahh, a purely social call, how do you do? Just relaxing. You? * Warlow continues in a level tone. "Kahlya has decided to delay her fight a day. She died recently, so Breaker decided to accept the delay. ::Warlow sounds like she wouldn't have:: Are you ready Tim?" Gettin' some stuff together, you know... Wait, Kahlya died so she's delaying her fight for a day? Undead and a demon. Shows what sort work for SAB. * Warlow comments dryly. "She got better." Warlow sounds as if she does not approve. Huh, I thought things like that usualy took longer... anyway barring any disgruntled messangers from above or below that intend to tell me your secret weaknesses, I think I'm as ready as I'm going to get. * Warlow is apparently ignoring Mak's jibe. "Location then?" ( *puff puff* Sorry, am I late? Traffic was terrible.) I'd prefer no bank vaults, museums, or jewelry stores. My opponent might be too familar with them. * Tim snorts. "Fine, just for you I propose we have our duel out doors. Lots of wide open spaces that you probably haven't roamed." Airport runway? I don't have hours to find out what tree you wanna hide behind. Aww, but that takes half the fun out of it. Hey Boss-lady, you got a spot with only a few trees? I'd suggest a petrifed forrest, but somebody'd get mad if it got shot full of holes. Tundra work? I'll get my ice tires. Sure, I've got a parka somewhere... I think. * Tim rubs his chin. [Fastforward: Time 4 pm EST (Tundra's a ways away)] [You're flown to iceland. Area's mostly flat and white, there's a road running through the middle of it. There's a dozen evergreen trees scattered around with a few kilometers, though half of them are too scraggly to hide behind.] [Mak, and his bike, which is a harley with half a foot in diameter steel cylinders along the each side, are there. He's got the bike geared out for snow driving.] [Breaker and Warlow are there as well.] [There's a trailer a good kilometer away where the watch channel is.] * Tim arrived with his stuff via transport. No flashy entrances for him today, but he has changed into some brand new snow gear. He has the same crate from last time as well as a pallet that looks like it should be used for shipping fruit. * Mak is wearing a trench coat, but a Russian one. Looks heavily padded if not that fashionable. He's got a small bag leather hanging off a shoulder strap and his gun in a holster. He's also wearing a sleek set of gloves. He turns on his engine. You both ready? Gimmie a sec. * Mak drawls, "Oh while we wait, Your mother here? I've got a nephew that likes hockey." * Tim walks over to the carton and opens it to reveal seven grenades and then he lifts it with both hands. "Okay now I'm ready, and I doubt she'll show her face. Something about wishing me the best of luck with the rest of my life." * Mak smirks. "She couldn't think of anything that would last longer?" * Breaker and Warlow get walking off. "Ready..." (Initiative rolls) Go! [Mak, Tim] * Mak holds his neckless cross in one hand and chants, "In God's name I bind you." (Exorcism). He then guns his bike, heading for Tim. * MLINK is now known as Saldin [Defense soul roll Tim, +3 penalty.] [Tim can feel his powers weakened. The effect lasts three rounds, starting now.] [Tim] * Tim wobbles. "Ooh, fuuun." He then throws the pallet of grenades. Not at Mak, but out and trying to get as much of a spread on them as he can. [Mak's now driving towards Tim, so give me their location relative to you two.] (Off to his left.) (Okay, give me the attack roll. No abnormal penalties or soul defense for Mak assuming that you're not putting them within a meter of him.) [The bevy of grenades is spread off to Mak's left. They aren't quite where Tim wanted them, but close enough to potentially do some damage.] [The closest of the grenades to Tim's position is enveloped in a sphere of grey metal.] [Mak's turn] (Oh, right pallet) (The pallet is then surrounded by a sphere.) (Oh, no, they are spread. Sorry, just the one.) (Other six are good) * Mak drives right towards Tim, revving slightly at the moment, faking to the left and then passing on the right while throwing a punch. [Mak's punch/clothesline is a potential hit. Defense roll Tim.] [Tim can feel the air rushing in front of Mak's fist right before he vanishes.] [Tim!] * Tim reappears a few feet away, smirking at Maks back and shakes his head. * Mak snorts. "What I expected. Your family is excellent at running away." (