Days of Glory Passed

After a long surprising day of games and laughter with a group of slum orphans that were saddened because they were being teased by the other kids. Showing these kids that as long as they put their minds to it their was nothing they couldn't do, Nike went on in search of a warm place to sleep.

He would say reading the name of a Tavern he'd wandered in front of, maybe he could kill two birds with one stone. Walking into the Tavern he could see but a few people still inside, one in particular flamboyantly loud overly intoxicated patron seemed to draw in the most attention. Walking up to what seemed to be the Owner behind the Bar drying off a few used cups and chalices.

Cutting the man off presenting his terms with a charming grin, the man himself amused with his suave execution. Placing the cups up along the bar he would turn his attention towards the belligerent old aged man, his body was in decent shape despite being covered in silvery white hair. Closer scrutiny and one would notice the damaged skin tissue of wounds long since dealt. Even though he currently was clumsily swaying about whilst incoherently yelping out something when he was a "younger lad".

Nike would reply arrogantly smirking as he puffed his chest out and began to walk towards the bellowing War veteran.

He would say reaching out to grab the old man's right shoulder from behind. However just as his hand made contact he could feel the geezer's shoulder drop as he went into a quick unbalanced pivot. Quickly twirling into an about face salute just a few inches to the right of Nike's hand.

He would shout before a hiccup escaped his lips disbanding his erect constitution back into it's unbalanced sway. A little shocked not really sure of what just happened, Nike looking at his hand for a moment would return his attention to the Old man.

He would take a step towards the man once more extending his reach towards him this time with a bit more urgency behind it.Surprisingly enough faster then him the man would slip passed his arms and come face to face with Nike, their faces just a inch or so apart. The intense odor of alcohol and sweat filled his flaring nostrils, sending a nauseating burning sensation through them. Leaning his head back some to gain some distance he would look at the man wide eyed. For this was indeed the second instant that he was able to avoid Nike, even moving in so close before he could even react. This old man was indeed a drunk but maybe he were more then just the average soldier. His movements even though clumsy no doubt due to the ale, were quite well to be reflexive. This did peek Nike's interest, but his weighed eye lids took higher priority at the moment so he focused more on task at hand. The old man's eyes were blood shot and wandering all over the place before fixating on Nike's another hiccup escaping his lips before he would mutter.

He challenged/spat before wobbly stretching back apparently about to fall backwards. However as he was on his last foot, he would spring forward aiming a head butt at Nike. To which the young prince's combat training kicked in as he would quickly pivot on his toes whilst fixing his arm into a lock. To which the old vet's head rushed right into, flexing his muscles he would take hold of the vets momentum and lean forward going along with it and release the vet, throwing him a few meters towards the door.Well this was the initial plan but it would seem it would no be executed. Surprisingly the deep tanned old man's upper body had quickly spent around despite his head facing the other direction. Planting his feet on the ground he would lean back along with the generated momentum lift Nike's giant frame off from the ground.Throwing two quick upper cuts to the gut to ease Nike's hold his neck spun back around towards the correct direction. Continuing with the momentum he would lean backwards into a back-flip whilst throwing Nike into the door of the Tavern.

A bewildered upside down young prince would ask himself before returning his wide eyed gaze towards the Old man dancing about. He picked up a chalice and downed the contents, some overflowing from the sides of his mouth before hauling over in a drunken smile.

Shooting a glare towards the old owner of the Tavern who was snickering about the sudden series of events that unfortunately landed Nike on his head right now. He must've known this guy was a handful from the beginning, now that he'd thought about it he never said why it was exactly he could never get the guy to leave himself. Frowning at what his impatient tendencies had gotten him into he would let out a sigh, laxing as he stretched his lower body forward. Then by using his back muscles he would raise his upper body into a very quick roll/hop back onto his feet.The flexible feet coaxing a raised brow by the drunk now known as Bas, however Nike would just nonchalantly begin stretching from side to side.

He would say flatly as he stared at the man with a neutral expression. Rolling his shoulder relieving himself of the creeks he'd just received in that last tussle. Smirking he would go for a dash, keeping his body particularly low to the ground as he rushed the wobbly old man. Who would untimely respond by grabbing hold of a nearby stool and aiming to hit the rushing Nike with it. However be his own poisons that would be his downfall as his foot would slip right into the air off of a puddle of ale he'd so clumsily spilled. This caused him to fall over hitting his head on the floor, the very stool he held as a weapon knocking him unconscious as it fell on the back of his head. Leaving Nike yet again in a utter state of perplexity, coming to a sudden halt before tripping over the unconscious old man. Kneeling down before him his head slightly cocked to the side he would pull the man by his dirtied ale soaked locks lifting his head to see his face.

Hoisting the man up on his shoulder he would walk towards the Tavern owner.

He would promptly and blankly state, something that seemed to confuse the old Tavern owner.

With that he was out the door, to escort the old man home, Reaching the estate he found he would check his Bas' robes for the key before allowing himself in. It was a decent sized home, and was in a middle classed area of the country so he must've been quite the man to have a house like this. Throwing the man onto the floor next to a large quite comfortable bed to which Nike would hop onto instead. Peeking over at the unconscious man he would muse to himself before heading off to sleep.