[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]

Aimed well and thrown with a hint of Slayer's dandy strength, the heavy crash that was Dead On Time careened through James' barrier to shoot him into the in-house arena's perimeter fence.  Splinters of wood flew in all directions as he struggled to right himself.  That said, the solder's parting gift did not go unnoticed.  The two shots smacked his opponent down into the dust with an [color=c0c0c0]Hough!”[/color], and splatters of red could be seen around his still form.  Even as Teller rose, however, the bullet holes in Slayer's chest closed, leaving only the bloody stains in his suit behind.  Of the two, the latter seemed to distress the vampire more as he lay, courtesy of the point-blank shots' force, on the ground.  Folding his hands across his head, he gave a sigh as he stared upward.  [color=c0c0c0]”Ah...no excitement.  Perhaps ye've some skill, but I've seen all I aim to.  With only a few moments' knowledge of my abilities, ya see fit to shoot me through the lungs?  It takes some brass to resort to kill shots in a petty arena game.  If yer not playin' by the rules, lad...you bore me.  I'll have to get this suit mended...a pretty penny, I'll wager.”[/color]

The dandy's concession was clear enough.  For all he cared, the title of winner was James', along with whatever that entailed.  Slayer himself continued to recline in the soil until James departed, to keep up the charade of being defeated.  Once alone, the vampire got up, dusted himself off, and sauntered away puffing his pipe as though nothing happened.