[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]

Large and problematic as it was, the rolling stone failed to score a hit on either Steve or James, but Slayer remained nonplussed by the lackluster results of his pillar-kick.  The effort, less of an attempt to end the fight and more of a show that he ought not be trifled with, accomplished what it was meant to.  With arms crossed, he kept a close eye on what came next.  The Nightstalker hurled a grenade at the floor, too far to threaten the vampire with its initial explosion.  After it burst, however, a wave of purple fire not unlike those that surrounded Slayer's own attacks washed toward him.   [color=c0c0c0]”Hmm.”[/color]  Idly, as the burning wall surged his way, he weighed the options of dodging or blocking.  Given his current status in this world, one stood out as the obvious choice, and when the burning tide approached Slayer stood up from his chair and brought his cape in front of him to block.  Some heat bled through the hardened raiment, singing the gentleman's fine clothes and sending up wisps of smoke, but most of the damage was mitigated.  As he flourished his cape aside, he sent a somewhat condescending smile James' way.  [color=c0c0c0]”Catch-all solutions may not help you in this case.  If you'd like to take me on, I would prefer your full attention.  Anything less is practically an insult.”[/color]

Burning alive, Steve sprinted his way.  Narrowing his brow, Slayer felt that any sane person's first impulse would be to extinguish himself or herself by rolling along the ground, instead of trying to spread the blaze to others.  Even that didn't come to pass, in the end; the blocky man swerved away to head to the side of the ring.  Rather than alight, his actions left the gentleman severely bemused.  He followed up by heading to his previous construction, making stairs up to it, and beginning a new project.  Turning his head to the side as though looking for the answers elsewhere, Slayer could only declare, [color=c0c0c0]”...What a ludicrous display.”[/color]  While he watched Steve worked on some kind of ridiculously elaborate attack or trap that ended with another block falling toward him.  To be sure, a three meter by three meter slab of stone was a formidable projectile, but by now the angular fellow should have known better.  Slayer's eyebrow twitched.  [color=c0c0c0]”...Could it be that I'm not being taken seriously?  I would have been happy to sit by the sidelines, but even my patience wears thin at times.”[/color]  In a flash, he threw his leg upward in a brazen high kick.  He barely leaned his torso back as he did, demonstrating incredible -almost unnatural- flexibility.  The sole of his foot slammed into the block of stone, shattering it into chunks that fell all around him like rain.  A thin layer of dust fell across his hair, collar, and shoulders, which he flicked at for a moment after returning his leg to its proper position.

Slayer's smile persisted as he clenched his pipe between his teeth and remarked, [color=c0c0c0]”Enough playing games, then,”[/color] though his tone of voice sounded anything but serious.  Given his current position, he was in just the right spot to turn to his left with a hook punch and blow an entire side out of the load-bearing cobblestone block that kept Steve's entire operation standing.  The next instant, he lashed out with his right leg and destroyed the pillar's remainder, causing the whole thing to tilt wildly in preparation for falling down.