[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 3
Day 2
Location: Official Arena
[b]Experience: [color=orange]|||||||||||||||||||||||||||[/color][color=black]|||[/color] (27/30)[/b][/center]

With a passing disinterest, a certain gentleman had seated himself and proceeded to spectate the remainder of the Smash Arena fights upon his arrival.  Having come more or less straight from his own confrontation, Slayer had seen fit to determine whether or not everybody in these 'games' employed the killer intent characteristic of antiquity's gladiatorial combat.  He'd reclined in a vacant area of the audience, watching the goings-on down below when his mind wasn't wandering.  As best he could ascertain, most people weren't so eager to use lethal attacks as Varrock, but Naija wasn't most people.  She went so overboard that her opponent, a traditional-looking samurai, looked as though he'd been roasted alive afterward.  While he could tell that Mitsurugi still breathed from this distance, Slayer felt sure that he was the exception rather than the rule, which had to be at least somewhat alarming for most of the viewers and/or participants.

A short time later the vampire found his attention diverted by, of all things, a commotion at the prizes stand.  Slayer spotted Varrock the instant he cast his eyes yonder, no doubt claiming his ill-gotten gains.  The prize distributor looked extremely uncomfortable, and while he couldn't blame him for not liking the soldier's attitude, the gentleman wondered what might give the anthropomorphic animal cause to be so distressed.  From here, after all, he couldn't catch a lick of what was being said.  With that avenue closed to him, Slayer allowed his focus to drift once again. 

His reverie came to an abrupt end as a riotous impact rattled the building.  Curious, he raised an eyebrow toward its source, a section of wall now bearing substantial cracks.  Someone, it appeared, was about to make a dynamic entrance.  A moment later the wall broke open, sending chips and dust into the air as the bulk of its weight fell straight forward like a castle drawbridge.  Through the aperture trundled a large, ugly green creature in opulent gear and toting a grossly oversized mace.  Saliva flew from his meaty lips as he bellowed through the stadium, but to be honest Slayer found the cretin more comical than calamitous.  The shape of him could scarcely be believed, but still more humorous was the sense of judgment that told him storming an arena full of powerful heroes alone was a good idea.  The gentleman hazarded a guest that he was, in fact, not alone, and the next moment a horde of bungling buffoons hustled into the arena after him.  [color=c0c0c0]”Goodness.”[/color]  Slayer stood up from his seat and sauntered forward to the railing that overlooked the arena.  [color=c0c0c0]”I had no idea we were to be treated to an old-fashioned slobberknocker.  I would be only too pleased to lend a hand, of course.”[/color]  He had a mind to try and shave off a little more rust from his fighting style, but he went into this endeavor knowing that it hardly paid off to try to hone a blade's edge against ants.

A few seconds later, Slayer hit the ground in the middle of a crowd of Gnorcs with both feet extended, crashing down like a pillar.  A blast of purple flame welled up around him, violently dispersing the mob in whose midst he landed.  Two of the less-affected buffoons ran toward him -well, 'ran' wasn't quite the right word; 'waddled' might have been more appropriate- and took a swing.  The instant before the first club hit, Slayer ducked backward out of the way, and before his attacker could grasp that he'd actually missed the dandy's fist collided with his upper cheek with enough power to twist his head and snap his neck an an instant.  Like a sack of potatoes the Gnorc slumped over, and the second one's mind switched instantly from aggression to panic.  He raised his shield just in time to block the gentleman's cross, only for the blow to turn his shield into kindling and hit home.  The Gnorc whistled as he flew into the opposite wall, bowling over a good few of his fellows on the way.  Slayer frowned, glancing at his hand.  [color=c0c0c0]”Alas...they are about the weakest creatures conceivable.”[/color]  He looked around at the Gnorcs getting up, pretty much ignorant to the obliteration of their comrades.  [color=c0c0c0]”Well, at least they are little more than mindless flesh bred for violence.  Such beings are not subject to moral scruples.  I shall not trouble myself with remorse as I put you out of your misery.”[/color]  Ignoring the vampire's words, the Gnorcs converged on him, and Slayer initiated his assault.

The swift introduction of the first unfortunate Gnorc to the ceiling via high-kick set the pace for the rest of the slaughter.  So weak were the addlepated ogres that none even necessitated a combo; in most cases a single blow was all it took.  Slayer bobbed and wove from side to side, evading a good few of the strikes aimed at him and just tanking the rest.  By sheer force of numbers the Gnorcs hoped to overwhelm him, but they lacked the damage and technique.  One by one they were reduced to still bodies or scattered chunks.  Only at about the 50 mark did Slayer's injuries mount up enough to warrant his attention.  Upon noticing that he was bruised and bleeding, the vampire gave an amused [i]hmph[/i].  [color=c0c0c0]"Truly do these limitations disturb me.  If you deign to further sully my garments, I regret that I shall have to use untoward force."[/color]  He flexed his hands before reeling back to throw a lightning-fast, red-hot Dead on Time that sent no fewer than 10 Gnorcs flying into the wall at once, ablaze and broken.  It was at that point that the Gnorcs realized that even their cumulative efforts were futile, and for Slayer it was all downhill from there.

Though he'd noticed the two more interesting individuals among the sea of mooks, he left their elimination to the glory seekers.  A gentleman need not steal the spotlight, but instead help take out the trash so that others might pursue their own goals more easily.