[i]On a rooftop overlooking the games[/i]

Three figures looked down at the games below them. Some of the competitors were already starting other events, perhaps bowing out of the tug of war after their loss or win, or just to try and not lose face when going up against Victor. These thee though were not part of the festivities. One of them stood with a high powered binoculars, looking down at the competitors and rambling off face descriptions and features while another wrote all this down. The third person just looked on in disgust.

[i]Below[/i]

Victor grinned, as a hush came over the crowd, almost everyone had taken their turns at the ropes. He looked at Natalie and in front of god and everyone he kissed her fiercely suddenly. At that very moment the PA system boomed, "Victor Kanatarrio please report to the tug of war event. Rod Tavington, please report to the tug of war event." Victor grinned almost bestially as he let Natalie go, that look on his face was akin to the look he got when he was ready to pound someone into the ground while he was in the Brutal suit. But with a few chief difference. One the suit was not on his massive frame, two there was a glint of competition in his eyes, something he never got when he was in the suit, and three, that huge grin on his face said he was having fun. Almost as much fun as when he was blowing something away, but not quite.

He passed a hand through his mohawk, smoothing it back, the hair instantly flaring back up a moment later. He looked over the crowd and saw his unfortunate opponent, a broad shouldered brit, still almost a head and shoulders shorter then Victor though. As Victor started towards the rope everyone was quiet for a time. It was like a titan of myth was walking through a sea of souls. All eyes on him for a time. Cameras focusing in on him, reporters spouting forth rhetoric and grandiose words about him. Like in slow motion Victor brought up his hands, and with a grunt slammed his left fist into his right palm. The slap of gloved fist against gloved palm filtering through the crowd. Slowly everything came back to reality and someone let out a whoop, it wasn't Victor, it was a fan. A passable war whoop indeed. Victor then turned and pointed at Natalie then spun all the way around to face forward and crowed a true war whoop to the sky.

The entire grounds almost heard it and cheers broke out.

[i]The roof[/i]

The figure just watching the events scoffed growling out, "That one, the giant, he appears as if a god to them, an icon. He will have to be one of them we kill. A man of muscle and no brain. He will fall first I think. Broken and bleeding." The other two nodded in agreement. The one with the note pad writing down the details on Victor.

[i]Below[/i]

Victor grabbed his end of the rope. Tavington the other. The brit looked across at Victor, calling out to the big Mohican, "Go easy on me brother. Don't make a total fool of me." Victor grinned, getting way down, bracing. Tavington taking a similar stance. Victor waited, tensing...then the air horn went off. For awhile there Tavington looked like he might have a shot. Victor was visibly pulled off balance. But he didn't move all that far. Victor for his part gripped the rope tightly, not yet showing much sign he is worried.

Tavington pulled with all his might, his legs working, trying to pull Victor up and over the line. He growled and howled, fans of his cheering him on, lending support. Victor's fans, silent, watching waiting.

Victor grinned then like an engine seizing up, Victor pulled, and all of Tavington's progress halted. Victor howled in glee. And began to haul, muscles flexing, using the power in his legs, back and shoulders, moving backwards, jerking the line. Tavington pulled, trying to stop the steady movement of the giant man. Victor kept going, soon reaching a low leaning position, pulling hard, yanking Tavington along.

It was no use, as Victor's fans started to cheer. The conclusion is obvious. Tavington almost never had a chance.

Victor kept pulling, and soon Tavington stumbled over the center line. The Line went slack as the two men let their ends go at the same time. Tavington lay on his back a grin on his face, saying something to a reporter that he was surprised he lasted as long as he did. Victor on his feet already, Hands in the air, howling in victory, eyes on Natalie for a time, then going to a cameraman beside him, getting right into the front of the camera, face paint and mohawk taking up the entire screen as Victor let out a whoop of triumph before going to help Tavington up.

[i]The Roof[/i]

The leader of the recon group growled, "He needs to die. He is an icon to the capitalist world. If their giant dies, some part of the west will die with him. Let us head back to the warehouse. We have what we need. Tomorrow, Brussels will burn." The three people turned and started their journey back. Their resolve hardened by what they saw.