[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 4
Day 2
Location: In-house Smash Arena
Word Count: 561
[b]Experience: [color=black]||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||[/color] (0/40)[/b][/center]

The sight of Gnasty Gnorc's putrescent, mutated form shouldering back into the arena through the second hole he'd made, harmed little if at all, bade Slayer to stroke his whiskers.  [color=c0c0c0]”Hardly worse for wear,”[/color] he spoke aloud.  A sudden shot from Varrock's Stillpiercer, not too far away from him, sent his stylish hair astir, and the gentleman watched the bolt of effulgent purple speed toward Gnasty's head.  After making his bold first move, however, the soldier opted to retreat at high speed.  Of course, Slayer could not have failed to notice the smoky ghast in pursuit of the survivors, but it still rubbed him the wrong way that he would just up and run like that, leaving the hulking monstrosity for the others to deal with.  [i]No matter.[/i]  With Fox and Naija present, as well as the greatsword-wielding young man who'd already proven himself a force to be reckoned with in the short time Slayer had known of him, the vampire felt sure they could overcome this challenge.  Virulent and powerful though this beast was, it was no Odin.  When the mutant slung another salvo of scales, far longer than the last, Slayer took great pains to teleport while diving to the side, moving him enough distance to separate himself from the group that Gnasty targeted.

[color=c0c0c0]”With no obvious weakspot,”[/color] he told them as he began to move forward, [color=c0c0c0]“It might behoove us to make our own.  Let us concentrate our efforts on a single part of him -say, the side of his middle, where there are no scales- and seek its obliteration; anythin' less will not surpass his regeneration.”[/color]  But who would bell the cat?  Slayer supposed he'd try.  In his path, however, were four malformed things overflowing with teeth and eyes they seemed too eager to share.  Furthermore, they appeared to be ablaze.  To Slayer the answer was obvious.  To advance on any enemy present would be to stride headlong into the unknown once again, courageous but foolhardy.  He would wait for them to extend themselves and strike back once he was sure of himself.  Despite himself, the gentleman smiled.  What an exciting experience, to test himself once again!

As if by magic, something clicked in his mind.  Into his hazy collection spilled the memories of four attacks, forgotten until now and begging for use.  The sudden recollection widened Slayer's grin further.  [color=c0c0c0]”This may get rough.”[/color]  As one, the four Mutant Horror Goblins directed their sludgy masses toward the man who practically offered himself up.  Still burning but seemingly undeterred, the two closest heaved themselves toward Slayer as he sauntered too close.

The vampire jumped, performing a somersault.  [color=c0c0c0]”Helter-skelter!”[/color] he cried, extending both legs down in a hefty double slam enveloped in its own purple flames.  He struck down in the center of the four abominations, and beneath his feet the ground exploded.  Spread thin but not destroyed, the wailing blobs flopped in all different directions, dispersing them and leaving the path to Gnasty Gnorc clear.

This time, he would wait for Gnasty to strike and react based upon it.  If he attempted a ranged attack, a section of floor, torn loose, would serve as a shield.  If the hideous giant tried to smite him with brute strength, a Dandy Step would spare him the blow and lead into a searing Crosswise Heel.  That technique's first flip kick would send him up into the air, his heel making impact with Gnasty's jaw to stun him if everything went to plan, and his follow-up upside-down roundhouse kick should then make the first dent into the rotter's unarmored ribs.