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

Dashing, domineering, deadly—Slayer cut quite the figure as he sauntered Gnasty's way, plans of attack running through his mind.  His concentration on the idea of using Dandy Step to punish any move the repulsive brute made, however, availed him little when his allies took advantage of his distraction to move in from the sides and strike from afar with powerful ranged attacks.  Void, ice, laser, and energy bombarded the great Gnorc, ripping into him before Slayer even got the chance to lash out with one of his newly-recalled techniques.  Realizing with only a trace of distress that his presence in this fight would soon be obsolete, he picked up the pace to a powerwalk, intent on planting a Crosswise Heel in the damaged region of Gnasty's head.  He never got chance; Fox and Naija struck once again, their formidable speed driving their finishing blows home and sending a him, battered, to the ground.

Naija set to teasing the fallen freak without delay, prompting an admonishing smile from the vampire.  [color=c0c0c0]”Now now, dearie.  Our foe still draws breath.  We must finish him now before he makes good his--!”[/color]

His words became reality with startling speed.  Having regenerated enough to take action, Gnasty picked himself off and sprinted away from the heroes at a pace that would have traumatized any doctor of physics.  With a final ejection of mutated green blood, the overgrown ogre disappeared into the hole through which he'd come.

[color=c0c0c0]”...Escape.”[/color]  Placing his hand against his brow, the gentleman shook his head in mild disappointment.  [color=c0c0c0]”Ah, no matter.  'He can run, but he cannot hide'...isn't that the saying?  Where he goes, we will follow, for the virus must be eradicated.”[/color]

Scarcely had he taken a few steps in pursuit before the familiar sounds of a train reached his ears.  Slayer did not pause in his stride, but took note of the strange howl that accompanied the vehicle's whistle.  [i]How odd.[/i]  He waved over his fellow warriors as he marched on, privy to the sight of lights down the tunnel.  A moment after he reached the breach and began toward the tracks, he heard a sudden and meaty [i]thwack[/i] that resounded off the walls, and his mind was filled with curiosity.  Quickening his pace, Slayer arrived at the platform and beheld at once two incredible things: the inert remains of Gnasty Gnorc, and the phantasmagorical locomotive that had eviscerated him.

The sight bid him raised his eyebrows and almost displace his monocle.  [color=c0c0c0]”Goodness!  What a sight.”[/color]  Fascinated, he looked up and down the waiting train's length.  [color=c0c0c0]”Its haunting exterior reminds me...'tis the Halloween season, is it not?  Perhaps this devilish contraption has arrived neither in malice nor benevolence, but as a harbinger of an even greater thrill.”[/color]  He chuckled, realizing his overindulgence in wordplay.  The battle concluded, he removed from his pockets a fresh pipe, which he proceeded to light with a flame-igniting snap of his fingers.  As interesting as this development was, he was also eager to see what the others thought of this apparition.