[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 5 || Day 3 || King Boo's Castle
[@Zarkun] [@Majoras End] [@Tenma Tendo] [@ONL]
[b]Experience: [color=orange]||||||||||||||||||||||||[/color][color=black]||||||||||||||||||||||||||[/color] (22/50)[/b]
Word count: 358[/center]

Colliding flames nullified one another, just as Slayer intended, but a split second later he realized his error.  The aim of his blazing kick's angle, while expert, had been rushed, and a portion of the spirits' attack struck his ally with a vicious hiss.  [color=c0c0c0]”Curses,”[/color] he growled through clenched teeth, his failure to protect his ally stinging him as pointedly as the enemy's attack.  When faced with an unknown threat that might harbor any number of deadly abilities, his squad could not afford to test firsthand their foes' lethality.  Fully deflecting such a paltry attack should have been child's play, but for all he knew his friend the Heavy might have just taken a dose of everlasting soulfire.  As he watched, the Boos engaged the squad.  A sucker punch toppled Six from her perch, and though Akira struck back with his own dark magic, the chief boo engaged him to prevent him from helping his allies.  Meanwhile, more of the ghosts attacked the Heavy and himself, their stubby arms enveloped in that unnatural flame.  Individual attacks meant that he could not back his new friends up, presenting a danger of being overwhelmed and separated.

Slayer took a deep puff from his pipe.  These pitiful minions did not deserve the satisfaction of landing even one more hit on hopeful heroes such as these.  He would not play by their rules.

One Boo rushed toward him.  Slayer exhaled, creating a cloud of smoke, and the next moment the spirit's fist blasted it away.  The vampire, however, was gone.  A light came from behind the confused Boo, but before it could react a blazing backfist cannoned into its form.  [color=c0c0c0]”A pity you cannot comprehend the visual appeal of my move,”[/color] the irked gentleman murmured before turning to look at the rest.  Without another word he began to move.  He began a Dandy Step, zipping back to build up momentum before launching forward.  Into the air he popped, and after a simple somersault that brought him roughly between Six and Akira's opponents.  Without further ado he blasted both legs down into the ground, and an explosion of purple flame radiated out—Helter Skelter.