[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] (23/50)[/b]
Word count: 325[/center]

After stumbling backward a few steps, Slayer narrowly avoided plummeting into the pit that still lurked behind the group.  He flailed his arms dramatically as he wobbled on the brink before pulling himself forward and out of danger.  Face aghast, he shook his head as though to clear the stars that might have been orbited it, then rubbed his bearded chin where the boo's 'fist' had struck. [color=c0c0c0]“...What did you think?  I didn't oversell that punch of yours, did I?”[/color]  Seemingly forgetting about the pain, he started walking forward.  [color=c0c0c0]“I must say, it would take a lot less theatricality on my part if you'd put some real effort into it.  Though, since spirits cannot build muscle, I suppose that's unfair of me to demand, hmm?”[/color]  Closing his eyes and smiling, Slayer held up his hand.  [color=c0c0c0]“It's just that I'm very familiar with fiery fisticuffs, so if we're going to put on a show, it'd be more entertaining if it wasn't so obviously one-sided, wouldn't you say?”[/color]

He opened his eyes and put up his dukes, assuming a fighting stance.  [color=c0c0c0]“To make a punch [i]really[/i] look good, you need a feeling of weight behind it, laddie.  Watch this.”[/color]  Like a bullet being fired from a rifle, the gentleman shot toward the boo that attacked him, his outstretched fist leaving behind a blazing jetstream the size of its wielder's body.  Though Slayer knew that his target could vanish much like himself, this attack's speed was calibrated for the boo's reaction time, so the vampire did not expect to be denied a second time.  However, whether or not he tagged the spirit on the way, the momentum of the strike would carry Slayer down the hallway and quite potentially through any walls or doors he encountered, at least for a few seconds.  That would, he thought, force the boos to pursue him since they were supposedly guarding their boss, leaving them open for his allies.