[@Lugubrious]

[color=9e0b0f][b][h1]Doom Slayer[/h1][/b][/color]

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Level 2 Doom Slayer

Location: Dead Zone

Word Count: 416

The Slayer's grip on the creature's rib cage seemed to loosen; enough for it to escape. Placing his hand where the creature's trident slash against his armour. “Lucky shot...wouldn't happen again” He thought now rushing towards the creature. Firing his shotgun trying to once again open it's rib cage. However his shotgun's was hindered by being torn apart by it's trident; enough so that he could feel the prongs starting to slash against his bare skin. Quickly switching to his pistol firing a few shots at the creature's eyes in a effort to blind it. But that didn't seem to work all that well; checking his surroundings of what he could use to his advantage. Watching the creature moving further and further away form him; The Slayer trying to close the distance but was not doing such a good job of it. Seeing the creature jumping away form him over a chasm; he was once again checking his surroundings for anything to get across. 

Before he could do anything he had to deal with the flaming fish coming towards him; Swatting at them with the butt of his shotgun. Doing his best for none of them to burn his skin underneath his armor. Once they were all dealt with he looked over at the lamp post above him. It seemed to be the only thing that could get him across. Form the look of things he would have to spin on it to get enough momentum to fling himself over the chasm; Putting away his weapons and holding onto a long broken piece of a steel construction rod. Walking so he was far enough form the pole; He was lucky he took high jump and pole vaulting in high school.  Running towards the light pole; using the rod to fling himself onto the stem of the light pole. Spinning himself and jumping off across the chasm with relative ease. Landing on one knee and flinging his arms shaped in a V; similarly to a cheerleader. He was sure if this was a competition he would get a ten out of ten.  Turning his attention towards the strange creature. 

Pulling out his chainsaw and revving it up; the sound of the chainsaw was almost deafening.  “RIP AND TEAR” He screamed loudly. His eyes filled with anger and rage; comparable to a furious demon. Rushing towards the aquatic creature ready to tear out it's guts.