Artist: Blue Saraceno- Song: Evil Ways- Word Count: 738
In the course of worldly events it was far too easy to allow people to think you've 'fell off'. That the notion of retirement was around the corner with each passing day, what was he going to do after the great war? What was he going to do with Vastime and the people he led? It was as if some people on the global scale had fallen into the mentality that Hayden could not walk the walk, that he had lost his drive to fight.
This was a very very very wrong notion.
It was at this time that he found himself in one of those many deserts which spotted the world, something he had grown to be used to with the heat of Africa. He lived and thrived in one of the hottest environments within the world, on the back of a broken continent he formed a nation which was among the strongest. It seemed everything he put his mind to he somehow managed to leave a mark. To leave a legacy. But that was only a small reason for his arrival today.
A loud cacophonous boom was heard within the surrounding area, the sound of thunder being awaken. A white arc of lightning slamming into the ground to reveal the figure of Desmond Hayden, Zanpakatou sheathed as he stared at the home with a soft tilt of his head. Hazel irises examining each detail with an almost gleeful look. He had found the man he wanted, and he knew that he'd be in this house- at least that's what their intelligence network shared with him.
He was going crazy waiting, this was something long overdue on both their ends. Hayden was almost taken back to a time when he was a young man ever so ready to prove himself, once again tapping into that lightning to show the world: He was very much still here.
"Stefan Soan. I'm Desmond Hayden. I don't know how much you've heard about me, but I've heard a lot about you. I wanna see what you're made of, as a fighter and as a person."
It was a fairly to the point statement if not a bit bold, why not present himself this way? He felt far too stiff knocking on the door, far too relaxed by just catching him unaware. No this felt the best way to portray himself, the brash bravado on which he made his legacy.
But behind that all, there was still the cold professionalism in him.