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

Yesterday, the failure of a counterhit Pile Bunker to lead into wallbounce might have thrown Slayer for a loop, but already he was beginning to expect the unexpected.  Instead the blistering strike forced James a few feet away, and like any good zoner the soldier took the opportunity to put some distance between himself and his opponent.  This was not an unanticipated move, and the moment he discerned the anomaly in his technique, Slayer started to walk forward.  From the sound and tactile sensation of breaking, he assumed that his foe employed some variety of invisible energy shield.  He was not allowed long to ponder, however, for James' evasive roll transitioned into a sudden three-shot burst from his pistol.

A human could not react to gunfire quickly enough to dodge.  Such a feat simply did not lie within the purview of human abilities.  Even Slayer could not slip out of the way of James' first shot, which being more of a warning shot than a murder attempt given his roll maneuver, grazed his rib and tore his suit.  A spatter of blood hit the packed dirt ground, and as he teleported forward once again to avoid the remaining bullets, Slayer laughed.  [color=c0c0c0]“Not bad!”[/color]  Though his classy monocle, his keen eye caught James trying to reload.  Even with a lifetime of practice, the nightstalker could only reload so fast, giving Slayer a chance to leap up for a jump-in attack.  [color=c0c0c0]“But not good enough!”[/color]  Leaning forward in midair, the vampire thrust his hands forward with the fingers extended, like a cat punching with its claws out.  As luck would have it, James continued to move, and in accordance Slayer's strike whiffed.  Another six-round burst blasted his way,but this time Slayer was ready.  He crouched -which was to say, he morphed his cape into a chair and seated himself- and with his pipe blew out a small barrier of smoke to destroy the bullets in their tracks.  Some energetic shrapnel got through, mussing the gentleman's 'do somewhat and putting a few small cuts into his face and shoulders.  His eyebrows furrowed as a drop of blood ran down his cheek.  [color=c0c0c0]“Muh...my hair!”[/color]  

Indignation did not mean wasted time, as James would soon find out.  Standing up and deforming his cape with surprising speed, Slayer moved in on the man who he knew was out of bullets.  [color=c0c0c0]“Now then...withstand this!”[/color]  He performed a short hop, lifting up both legs, and then slammed them on the ground to assume an upright stance.  From the impact point a jet of amaranth fire exploded in a wide area, the flames unable to burn but carrying enough force to launch James up and back.  Seamlessly the gentleman transitioned into another move—one James might recognize from the previous day but, should he have been hit by the blasting stomp, be totally unable to stop from comboing.  [color=c0c0c0]“I shall sever!  Dead On Time!”[/color]  Slayer cannoned forward first-first, his speed and power igniting the very air around him, and his rock-hard knuckle bore down on James like a crashing wave.