[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 2
Day 1
Location: Outside Abandoned Castle
[@Hylozoist] [@Holy Soldier] [@Gentlemanvaultboy] [@Lmpkio] [@Zarkun] [@ToadRopes] [@Bright_Ops]
[b]Word Count: 633
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After sending the last valkyrie on her way, Slayer found that he'd finished his assignment, as it were, early.  Around him, the battle still raged, but the all-out brawl with the small fry no longer concerned him.  His cultured gaze lay on the twisted behemoth that towered over the posse of heroes, catastrophic and inescapable as a landslide, and sight of Odin approaching made the vampire furrow his brows.  He did not know what to do.  That conclusion, simple as it was irritating, did not sprout up for him often.  In terrible situations, he had always been the knowledgeable one on the sidelines, but in a brand new world that worked on irksome rules like invincibility shields his advantages and airs of superiority availed him little.  Slayer thrived on building rapport and connections with people, sharing his wisdom and gaining acquaintances in return, not skimming a mission briefing and then marching out like some hired thug to risk his neck.  This scenario bothered him, to say the least.

Another point of annoyance needled him as he observed the phozons floating toward the Demon Lord once he removed his mask.  One by one the little orbs, which the gentleman knew would be helpful for him, vanished into the gullet of the tyrant's hideous face.  [color=c0c0c0]”How...bothersome,”[/color] he muttered in an inconsolable tone, even before Odin's flesh began to swell with newfound power.  As best Slayer could remember, the phozons could be saved and collected for the use of heroes using certain grown plants, but in the heat of a fight over the fate of the world there was precious little time for agriculture.  Of course, the seeds had unceremoniously disappeared along with the majority of Slayer's comrades, so it made little difference.

The sunken, hateful eyes of the tyrant began to smolder with a cruel, hellish light.  Slayer predicted some kind of attack, but not a barrage of fireballs.  Thinking quickly, he dashed backward before throwing up his priceless cape.  While the flames licked it, they did not consume it and the vampire was able to brush out the fire.  Had Odin's attack been more targeted, he might have been in quite the pickle, but for the stroke of luck allowed him an opportunity.  Once his enemy's attack concluded, Slayer began to move.  He walked purposefully, chuckling to himself.  [color=c0c0c0]”Now, this is a quandary.  My foe wields brutal power and overwhelming strength, and yet...unless I get closer, I cannot teach him some manners.”[/color]  None of the other heroes stood at his side, but Slayer continued on at his characteristic dignified pace.  He spread his hands apart, palms up, and shook his head with a smile on his face—a gentleman's taunt.  [color=c0c0c0]”All those phozons bulking you up and you go with a flurry of fireballs?  Honestly!  And not a single hero harmed.”[/color]  

When he opened his eyes, they were fearless.  They stared up at the giant.  [color=c0c0c0]”I'm beginning to think you're all bluster, my good man.  Did the virus perhaps affect your faculties?  Ah, how pitiable.  In fact, I'm certain you couldn't even hit me now.”[/color]

Slayer wanted his foe to rage.  He begged for a wrathful response to his good-natured mockery, and moreover, he begged that Odin's wrath would open up for his allies an opportunity to strike.  Oswald, at the very least, should be able to teleport in and deal a crippling blow.  However, he did not plan to make this ploy into a sacrifice.  Light on his feet, Slayer made a wager: the Demon Lord's speed and power versus his invincibility frames.  One split-second was all it would take; either his Dandy Step would allow him to evade the conquer of the world's blow, or he would be forced into early retirement from heroism.  Slayer waited, muscles tense, to see what it would be.