[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 3
Day 2
Location: In-house Smash Arena
[@RokkuHoshi] [@Zarkun]
[b]Experience: [color=orange]|||||||||||||||||||||||||||[/color][color=black]|||[/color] (27/30)[/b][/center]

From his comfortable, reclined position, Slayer viewed the spat between Steve and James.  Just as he supposed, the soldier proved himself quick on the draw, and riddled his plummeting assailant with bullets.  Now that he got a chance to really scope out the gunslinger's equipment, it appeared that he had two guns in the form of a punchy-looking hand cannon and a sniper rifle.  While any prospective opponent would have to be a total clod to fall victim to the impractical, long-range weapon in such a small arena, the oversized pistol commanded enough stopping power to speedily put unwary warriors down for the count.  However, reliance on two precision weapons meant that Slayer possessed a distinct advantage.  Short though it was, his near-instant teleport gave no indication of its destination, and James couldn't afford to inundate the area with bullets in the manner that one with an automatic or spread weapon might.  Plus, nobody knew about the teleport yet.  Keeping his hand hidden for the longest possible time suited Slayer, but he intended to win this fight however long it took, and he would not risk elimination for the sake of keeping secrets.

Somehow, the bullets that pierced Steve's body didn't seem to have much of an impact.  From what Slayer knew, even if a shot didn't hit something important it tended to cause severe and sometimes fatal shock in anything less than a hardened veteran.  This animate sculpture, however, laughed it off.  A fitting conclusion as to why was the work of only a few seconds for an astute mind.  [color=c0c0c0]”No vital organs?  ...Fascinating.  The lack of any kind of hindrance to his performance from something typically deadly also indicates that his physical ability is actually not linked to the state of his body.  He must be able to fight at full capacity until the moment he's taken enough damage to be put out of commission.  I wonder if he can even be knocked out...?  Without a doubt, a physiology specially tuned for survival.”[/color]  As he spoke, Steve hurled a few more blocks his way, and they grew to full size to create a three meter tall, nine meter wide wall only inches away from his foot.  A bored expression crossed Slayer's face.  [color=c0c0c0]”Now, now.  Blocking my view is just petty.”[/color]  He rose to his feet.  

[color=c0c0c0]”Here, allow me to return your things.”[/color]

The vampire planted his foot against the stone wall and heaved.  As if hit by a freight train, the stone wall hurtled forward with frightening suddenness, rolling end over end straight toward Steve and James.  It didn't move at an unmanageable pace, but its size presented a definite problem.  Before it even drew close, Slayer had already seated himself once again.