[center][color=black][h1]THE MAN IN BLACK[/h1][/color][/center]

[center][@Count Cuddles][/center]

[center][h2]Location: Ping Tom Memorial Park[/h2][/center]

Alexander grunted as bullet after bullet tore through his body, jerking it about as though he were some kind of marionette being forced to dance at the end of a puppeteers strings. After what seemed like an eternity of non stop firing, the never-ending storm of projectiles finally ceased.

[color=black][b][i]"They must have burnt through their magazines."[/i][/b][/color] Alexander mused as he stumbled in place slightly. The sounds of clicking coming from around him in what seemed to be a roughly circular formation only confirmed his suspicion, while simultaneously revealing the locations of his attackers.

[color=black][b]"That was pretty good!"[/b][/color] He exclaimed with a hiss of pain as his body pushed the bullets out before going on to repair damaged tissue, muscle, flesh, and bone. [color=black][b]"But it's my turn now."[/b][/color] He said darkly. Reaching down to his belt, Alexander drew both of his revolvers from their holsters and began firing while spinning in a semi-circle to minimize his chances of missing a target.