[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 5 || Day 3 – Morning || On the Doom Train
[@Zarkun] [@Majoras End] [@Tenma Tendo] [@ONL]
[b]Experience: [color=orange]||||||||||||||[/color][color=black]||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||[/color] (14/50)[/b]
Word count: 510[/center]

To change direction midair, and launch forward with a burst of speed, was no easy feat.  Slayer envied those who possessed such a capability, known commonly as an 'airdash', to some degree, though in truth no real jealousy stained his heart.  When Warwick's traplike maw snapped shut around his forearm, he did wince from the pain, but the deeper wound by far was not predicting that his bestial opponent might have the ability to airdash.  [i]I must be growing lax...resting on my laurels,[/i] the gentleman chided himself.  He did not internalize the struggle, however, and kept a close eye on his foe.  More than the machinery on Warwick's back implied that this creature wasn't some mindless monster.  An animal's natural cunning could be frightening, but brutal strength with a directing intelligence struck Slayer as a more pertinent threat.  

As he watched, shaking his arm back and forth to keep his foe's grip occupied, the doodads mounted on the werewolf's back injected him with a virulent-looking green fluid.  [i]Time to act, before whatever bonus that liquid conveys can integrate with his body.[/i]  Slayer pulled his free hand back to deliver a point-blank punch to the beast's defenseless noggin -one that he anticipated should end the fight in that instant- but Warwick's momentum carried through.  Still using Jaws of the Beast, the wolf swung around to Slayer's opposite side, using the gentleman's poor arm as a tether and straining its fibers with his weight.  [color=c0c0c0]”Hrgh!”[/color] he grunted, pivoting like a boxer to prevent his enemy from getting behind him.  [color=c0c0c0]”You're tenacious.  I still haven't figured out whether you're intelligent or not, but as far as I'm concerned, you've done well enough with one move to earn my attention.”[/color]

Until that moment, he'd been making sure to give each of his allies at least a cursory inspection.  None appeared to have an outright advantage over their foes, and at the moment each seemed to be learning what their opponents were made of.  After an impressive display of alacrity, Joker made his attack only to find his bullets ineffective against his opponent's armor.  Before Heavy could really start pumping out his no doubt absurd amount of damage, the deformed monster he faced interrupted him and brought him closer with a hurled meathook.  Meanwhile, Six appeared to be confounded by her adversary, who exhibited no averse reaction to her dark energies.  [color=c0c0c0]”We're fighting on their terms,”[/color] Slayer called.  [color=c0c0c0]”There are some battles that cannot be won on their own.  Consider exchanging opponents if you can't make any progress.”[/color]  His eyebrows narrowed as he turned back to the werewolf, his teeth gritted from the agony of teeth piercing his flesh.  [color=c0c0c0]“As for me...”[/color]

Warwick's jaws snapped shut as Slayer vanished into thin air.  He reappeared a few feet to the beast's left, already swinging.  Around his outstretched fingers, plumes of violet fire formed claws to execute a brutal sideswipe—the move known as Under Pressure, a cruel attack that staggered its foes more often than not, giving an opportunity for its user to perform a full combo.