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Heimdall’s eyes stuck to his opponent with a fiery determination as he analyzed every movement of the man standing in front of him.  Though he himself barely had worked up a sweat from the fight he could see the length of this round was beginning to wear on his opponent with each swing. [color=007236] “Is that all you got ye old bastard?”  [/color] Heimdall said as he ducked under yurt another wild swing.  After the punch missed both boxers took a step back steadying themselves.  

The man standing across from Halinn kept his guard close as he attempted to hide his heavy breathing.  Halinn on the other hand leaned his whole body forward and let his arms hang down, inviting someone to swing for his face.  His eyes held a fierce determination yet, there was a hidden boredom with him. [color=007236] “Come on then.  I don't want to die of old age.” [/color]  After hearing the provocation the man let out a grunt and began throwing punches desperately trying to hit anything.  Sadly for him however the only thing his fist could connect with were air as Heimdall easily slipped every punch thrown his way as he continued to watch his opponent.  Finally, whether it be from frustration or exhaustion the man's last punch left his body wide open for a counter.  Heimdalls Crystal blue eyes narrowed on the new as he duked one last punch and unloaded with tremendous force into his opponents ribs.  As he doubled over with pain from the vicious body shot, Heimdalls left arm came crashing down across his face, driving him into the mat.   

As the man's body laid on the mat, Heimdall began taking off his gloves while he made his way back to his coroner. [color=007236] “Don't bother with a count, hes out.” [/color]  Heimdall stopped once he arrived at his corner with his coach giving him a rather disappointed look. [color=007236] “What?”  [/color] He asked as he finished taking off his gloves.

“You know exactly what.  What took you so long?”  the grizzled man said with a voice that seemed rougher and more weather than the oldest of mountains.

[color=007236]“Figured id give him a chance to land a hit, besides what's the pot up to anyways?”[/color]  

“Last I checked it was up to 700.  You know you’d make a pretty penny if you take my offer and move up to the big stage.”

Heimdall let out a laugh as he took a swig of water before spitting into the bucket. [color=007236] “I told you old man, I'm not in this for the money.” [/color]  Heimdall turned to look at the clock at the wall,  realizing what time it was he quickly stepped out of the ring and towards the showers.

[color=007236]“Besides, I'm happy to keep your fighters humble for you.”[/color] 

The old man gave a front at Heimdalls response as he turned back to the other fighter left unconscious in the center of the ring.  

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The purr of an [url=https://cdp.azureedge.net/products/USA/HD/2020/MC/CRUISER/IRON_883/50/BLACK_DENIM/2000000005.jpg] engine [/url] echoed in the distance as Heimdall sped through the streets on the way to the annual banquet.  This would most likely be the best part of his day if he was being honest, as sad as that might be.  How he loved this feeling, this one random thing seemed to fill him with joy more than any other.  The moment when he was riding that he no longer saw anything other than the road, felt nothing else but the vibrations of the engine, and thought of nothing.  Sadly however it was a fleeting moment as he pulled up to destination and this small paradise washed away.  He was sure he was one of the only gods who still refused to let anyone park his vehicle for him.  Both because he was raised to never see himself that far above and because no one was allowed to touch his baby but him.

As [url=https://i.imgur.com/ZEckOUR.jpg?1]Heimdall[/url] entered into the large banquet hall he took in the view of the ball room, he had to give the queen credit, she did know how to present power and influence.  He also had to give credit that even with his tardiness the gathering had not developed completely into chaos, though he had not doubt it would eventually.  Heimdall ever the watchman began scanning over the attendants of the gathering as he descended the steps in the hopes of bleeding in despite his underdressed self.  There were a number of people he had no fight with, few he wanted to keep an eye on, and even less he actually wanted to talk to.  Now it was just a matter of balancing the three to the best of his abilities.