[center][color=c0c0c0][b][u]Slayer[/u][/b][/color]
Level 6 || Day 3 || Ragnarok
[@Zarkun] [@Holy Soldier] 
[b]WC:[/b] 607[b]Experience:[/b] 49/60[/center]

Though he couldn't see outside his little metal container, Slayer realized it for the best very quickly. It launched at breakneck speed, eliciting a brief, strangled cry from the gentleman vampire, who fought to keep himself steady as the shell rocketed through open space. A split second later it hit home with an incredible impact, burying itself in the Halberd's side. Slayer stood up from the resulting mess after a moment or two, not much worse for wear physically, though his head span something fierce. After rubbing his temples and shaking out the stars, he looking up just in time for a second shell to strike the ship not far away from where his own came to rest. This time he didn't jump in alarm, instead removing his monocle to polish it as Alicia extracted herself from the remnants of her transportation. He'd seen her before now, of course, but only now did he really look.

[color=c0c0c0]”Ah, hello there. Forgive me for any staring, I implore you; you rather resemble the somewhat irksome fellow who 'beat' me in the arena back at the castle.”[/color] With that observation and its nebulous intent made, he turned his attention to his surroundings. He'd been less-than-formally introduced to the Halberd's second floor, where a certain machine resided that needed be rent asunder. While he anticipated some sort of defense mechanism, perhaps on par in terms of 'threatening' appearance with the ship's harmless-looking crew members, he did not anticipate a problem. While he could tell he hadn't yet regained his true strength, he felt might fine; beneath his noble veneer lay a tremendous amount of power, and where terrific might and cunning wit walked hand in hand, few could bar the way. [color=c0c0c0]”No time to waste, I suppose. Let us find that pesky reactor.”[/color]

He made tracks down the second floor's central walkways en route to the reactor chamber, giving no consideration to stealth. Any Waddle Dees or Doos that got in his way demanded little more than a light slap or shove with the foot to tumble away, dissuaded or dizzied. To be frank, Slayer felt bad pushing the little critters around, but given that they were enemies, they still got off pretty easy. That conclusion made Slayer think about how this whole heroism business had affected his mindset; before, he didn't have any enemies. He never involved himself in the world's affairs, merely watching and learning, so never did anyone really don that mantle. Fools, curmudgeons, and vagabonds there were plenty, but being misguided, or overly proud, or desperate did not make one a 'foe'.

Slayer's musing trailed off as he neared his destination. Between him and the reactor chamber lay a complex and dangerous-looking weapon system, more sophisticated than anything Slayer might have attributed to the work of a Waddle Dee's stubby hand. [color=c0c0c0]”Well now. It would seem they've prepared an energetic reception for us.”[/color] No cover, nothing to use as a shield, too far to teleport, too strong to block or tank given that claw-arm. [i]What to do, what to do.[/i] He glanced out a nearby porthole, and an idea struck him. Could he just...go outside? With his strength, he could make hand and footholds out of the Halberd's exterior, blink back up if he happened to slip, and then punch his way back inside once he got past the Combo Cannon. [i]Things would be easier if the shell launchers just put us right in the reactor chamber,[/i] he reflected, though surely there must have been some obstacle that prevented such an easy solution. If Alicia didn't some up with something better, he'd be giving it a try.