[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: 579[/center]

As all good things did, Slayer's blazing straight came to an end, the last few flickers of violet flame sputtering out.  Ever vigilant of his allies, he made an about-face to check on both their status and the results of his attack.  What he witnessed brought a smile to his face; not only had his full-force lunge punch carried him through several layers of architecture and vanquished the specter in his way, but as he watched Joker dispatched the next-to-last one, leaving only a single foe remaining.  This last boo seemed to get the hint and, its resolve clearly broken, hurried toward and past him.  The other heroes rushed to catch up, stepping or hopping over the debris strewn about in Slayer's wake.  When they arrived the lone boo explained the circumstances of the boss fight, and freely opened the way for them.  

The vampire chuckled, sauntering forward.  [color=c0c0c0]”Now there's a nice touch of courtesy,”[/color] he remarked, tone rather carefree. [color=c0c0c0]”I certainly hope your crew treats your next guests with a little more of it.”[/color]  Inside lay a room of sheer, stone bricks, totally bereft of furniture save for the rows of uncanny azure braziers along the walls and completely uninhabited save for the crowned, corpulent phantasm levitating in the dungeonesque chamber's middle.  Ghostly energy, its erratic movement and volume escalating by the moment, suffused the guffawing geist as he issued his ultimatum, which in combination with the underling's warning convinced Slayer that there was no time to waste.

Raising his voice to make sure his newfound comrades would hear him over the vile villain's cacophonous cackling, Slayer declared, [color=c0c0c0]”I suggest we focus on offense.  Lay it on fast and heavy, but beware a counterattack.  The chamber is bare, but we can still use it to our advantage.”[/color]  The gentleman composed himself, cracking his neck and then his knuckles, prepared to -as always- lead by example.

Unburdened by fear he began to walk forward, his pace brisk and full of intent.  Once at a range he judged appropriate, he came to a halt and dug in his heels.  [color=c0c0c0]"Here goes!"[/color]  With teeth clenched Slayer plunged the very fists that rattled an entire castle into the floor, smashing holes into its surface that extended to the soil below and sending cracks snaking out in every direction.  He then turned his hands outward to grip the underside and pulled with tremendous might, dislodging a hefty chunk of stone that finally came loose with a bone-wrenching jolt.  The force lifted the chunk up into the air, and with deft precision the vampire revolved his arm until he could send a straight punch cannoning into it.  A few pieces might break off, but the bulk of the mortared rock hurtled right at King Boo, and it didn't come alone.  Not even a second after the impact Slayer reappeared in melee range, having teleported under cover of his mighty projectile, and on the heels of the stony slam came a burning uppercut.  Carried upward by his flaming fist, the gentleman struck the ceiling, creating a web of cracks that could easily give way and shower the King with rubble if coaxed by one of his allies.  For Slayer's part, though, a Dandy Step canceled into a backstep sufficed.  Though no doubt as effective as it was splendid, his opening move took its toll on both fists, leaving wounds that would take a little time to heal before he could engage in fisticuffs once again.