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Post by Logan on Jan 11, 2011 22:54:34 GMT -5
Logan didn’t give Axel the satisfaction of an answer, he knew exactly what he was doing as he swung the sword with the precision and skill of a samurai. Logan narrowly avoided the slash, however on closer inspection Axel had cut through the shirt he was wearing down the centre. “If you wanted me to take my shirt off you just had to ask.”[/color] he teased his enemy, ”So what are you, really are you the first tranny slayer? If you take your top off are you going to have bandages holding down your tits?”[/color] Logan asked standing far enough away from Axel so the blade was ineffective.
“You think I care about the Slayer’s friends? That little gang of idiots are asking to be killed, going out patrolling and trying to fill in for the last slayer, they’re almost as deluded as you are. Almost.” he said with a wink as he grabbed the coat stand by the door, he flicked it a little knocking off his fedora hat as he pounced towards Axel once more.
He aimed a strike with the wooden pole directly at Axel’s head as he now had the advantage of a longer weapon. He jumped to higher ground. “So come on you gotta tell me who sent you, Fat Tony? Marcel? It wasn’t the Watcher’s Council was it? I know they have beef with me but this is a little much.” He was gaining more confidence as he aimed another swipe of the stand at Axel’s body this time.[/size]
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Post by Axel on Jan 12, 2011 0:13:40 GMT -5
[Thought your post could close this thread, as I left the ending open for the future if Owen returns soon. Just a way to explain his absense for a bit.]
He was disappointed that Logan had managed to evade his swipe with the katana, but felt comfort in the fact that he had at least scratched the vampires skin and revealed blood. He couldn't help but chuckle softly at Logan's comment. "Don't flatter yourself, you're just not my type, y'know?" The smirk was still present on his face. "Do you think you're real amusing or something? Gotta say its a surprise. Beats my assumption that you'd just be plain ol' boring. Doesn't make me hate you any less though." He rolled his eyes softly, flicking the blade around more out of habit than choice. "Real cute. Trying to get a response out of me, or something? For someone with such a prized history in working the mind, you're not doing the best at doing so right now, are you? I'm gonna take a wild guess that its that whole soul thing you got going. Don't worry though, you won't have it for much longer, I hear they don't need souls where you're going."
"I'll take that as a compliment," he said with a coy smirk towards the delusional comment. "But you call it delusional, I call it knowing what I am capable of doing. You might know that deep down, but you're just too much of a "big man" to accept it. And we'll see if you still feel that way about those pathetic humans when you find their bloody carcuses." He wasn't able to go on, as Logan had found a weapon in a pole, and had swung it towards his head. He didn't have a chance to evade the shot, and he was flung into another of the cabinets, this time with more force than his previous tackle. He got back to his feet, trying to listen to the man's words, though at the same time focus on avoiding the future shot which would soon be coming.
He wiped his hand across his lip, noticing there was a tinge of blood coming out. He glanced at his hand with a smirk, directing his attention now towards Logan. "You'll find out in time. Don't worry, I won't keep you waiting long, promise." He ran foward, but Logan had already expected this, hitting another shot with the pole, this time in his gut. He staggered back slightly, before regaining his smirk. "Nice shot...You got lucky this time, vampire. But don't worry, your luck will run out. Soon." quickly opened the blinds in the office which would obviously blind and stun the vampire momentarily. He sprung foward, shoving the vampire aside, as he made his way into one of the rooms. A struggle could be heard, but then it was quiet. The entire office was now quiet.
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