Awesome part 1 [ Me v Shamal]

The sun beat down upon Rommel as his boots sank deep into the sand beneath them. The sand curled around his boots, tinting the perfect black shine that covered his slick leather boots. The flaming cigarette hanging from his mouth fell softly from his mouth landing on the warm sand below, being pushed out by the sudden stop caused by the sand. He cursed softly as the flame was extinguished by the pressure of the sand and quickly decided to replace the cylinder with another. Geest drew his golden cigarette box from his right pocket and flipped it open as he continued his stroll. With his free hand he drew another cylinder of happiness and joy from the package and placed it in between his awaiting lips. In one swift motion he placed the package away and pulled out his lighter, lighting the cigarette to reinitiate the smoking procedure.

Once the troubles with his cigarettes had seised, Rommel noticed the other man standing in the desert which meant only one thing. This man was either hopelessly lost or he was the man he was here to battle. Geest slowly pulled the cylinder from his mouth as he drew closer and then placed it back between his lips once he had let the wondrous smoke release into the air. He had learned his lesson and was now walking slightly faster and with lighter steps so, he would not lose his precious piece of happiness again. Once within reach of the man Rommel again removed the cigarette and began to utter out his usual greeting.

"Greetings, I am Rommel Geest, you are?" said Rommel revealing his strong dutch accent.

As soon as the last word had come out of his mouth Rommel replaced the talking with his lovely cigarette. He moved his free, left hand into his corresponding pocket awaiting his response. Geest believed he knew this man from somewhere but, he failed to remember from where. He just vaguely remembered the name from some strange occurrence. It was possible that he had met him before or heard his name off the news somewhere but, it still escaped him. Rommel would have to await further conversation to realize whether he had met this man before or he was simpley going crazy.

Rommel watched carefully as the man spoke. He had a certain arrogance about him and from teh way he spoke he seemed to be a sort of bounty hunter of some sort. Geest had assumed the later but, the other was a mystery and when the man spoke the incantation and his doll appeared Rommel was in ah. His mouth hung slightly open and his eyes widened the slightest, only someone watching him closely would notice the change in expression before he hastily returned to his usual solemn look. The man who called himself Johannes Debeil was a Bountou, much like Rommel himself. That must of been when he heard the name before this man was of the same "race" as him but yet the man hadn't known when he accepted the contract. Or at least he hoped this Johannes hadn't known.

When Rommel looked upon the huge figure standing at least five meters tall and almost half of that in width, he noticed just who unintimidating his doll was. It was almost an embarrassment but, then again it's not the size that counts, hopefully.

Geest wrapped two fingers around the lit cigarette hanging from his bottom lip and the other hand around his golden cigarette package that lay within his right pocket. He then gently removed the cylinder from his mouth dropping it to the ground below him and watching silently as the flame was extinguished. As much as Rommel was delighted by the taste he preferred to fight without it placed between his lips for, he thought that if left alone he would worry about it falling every time he was attacked. Looking back upon his target, he placed his index figure upon the golden container still nestled in his pocket, allowing for his doll to be summoned.

In front of Rommel a tall slender man seemed to appear out of nothingness itself. The man seemed to be made completely of mismatched, patches of fabric sewed together quite hastily. His eyes were nothing but two lines of black stitching that formed an "X" pattern and his mouth was only one line of the same stitching. He slouched where he stood and his arms and head seemed limp. When the wind blew his body swayed along with it, it was almost as if there was no soul left inhabiting the body.

"If you wish, you may make the first move," said Rommel in his usual arrogant but yet kind dutch accent.