Serin Kallo vs. Samuel Traynor

Description:  The fight will take place in a section of the New York sewer system 1/2 mile by 1/2 mile.  There are no accessible manholes to the surface in this area, meaning that all combat must take place underground.  The concrete tunnels form a criss-crossing maze beneath the city, each of which is large enough to maneuver within easily.  There are several maintenance stations where the tunnels widen significantly throughout the system where two major sections of tunnel connect.  Set up in a general spiderweb layout, all tunnels eventually converge at a central drainage site.  The tunnel system does have electricity and emergency lights to provide illumination throughout the entire system.  The time of the fight is 2:00 P.M. and in one hour the system will undergo a routine purging, completely flooding all tunnels towards the central drainage site.  The purge will begin in 20 posts.  After 25 posts the purge will have completely filled the system.  If a winner has been decided before this, an escape rope will be lowered to them via one of John Smith's portals.

Tunnel example: http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1051/1146183290_168792e034_o.jpg

Central drainage site: http://images.moviefanatic.com/iu/v1364991981/video/the-amazing-spider-man-sewer-clip.jpg

Water sloshed about his feet among other things as Serin trudged through the system searching for his target. He felt a bloodlust that he had only seen in his fanged subjects, he felt he could go massacre a village and still not feel any less humane. He seemed to be having an argument with himself or only someone he could see, because at times he would break out in laughter that echoed down the tunnels or swear under his breath. The slowly moving water drowned out most sounds he made and most sounds he could have heard. Though he was relying more upon vision or the abnormal sound or two...

Samuel moved slowly through the water listening closely to his surroundings. This feat was bit harder for him than usual due to the constant noise bouncing off the walls of the tunnels. He kept his movements silent by sliding his feet across the surface he was walking on rather than lifting his feet above the water's surface. His Glock 37 was gripped in his hand the safety off and held in a ready position. His finger rested on the trigger as he slowly moved through the tunnel system. He took a deep breath staying close to the walls to avoid any sudden drops in his path. His eyes struggled to adjust to the little light in the tunnel every few feet there would be a light hanging alone from the ceiling or sitting above an entrance to a maintenance tunnel. He took note of this and moved on ensuring to stay out of sight ensuring no threats were present before moving through the few lights in the tunnel.

Serin continued through the tunnels in hope that he might catch the sound he awaited, the sound the would allow him to stop this mindless wandering. He wasn't exactly stealthy in any way shape or form, the randomized fits of laughter just helped to prove that.
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OOC-just wandering the tunnels, feel free to notice him

Samuel kept his handgun gripped tightly in his finger as he moved through the tunnels. He stopped however in the darkness as he spotted movement in the shadows. He lowered his body to the ground so that his body's movement would blend with the movement of the water. He took a few steps back raising his handgun toward the figure. The darkness made it harder to lock in on his target but he knew it's general direction. He could hear amongst the sound of running water small bouts of laughter.

Something wasn't right about this target. There was no attempt at all to be quiet or stealthy. He took a breath steadying himself before trying to focus his eyes to the darkness. Finally he made out the faint outline of the person and centered his sights on the center mass of his target and fired of 5 shots in quick succession. His pistol kicked against his wrists with each shot and each time he put his sights back on target before withdrawing his Glock 17L and aiming it at his target raising his 37 aiming it toward the ceiling as he focused more on aiming his other firearm. His 17L would act as a screen if his opponent didn't go down from the first shots covering his tactical retreat so that he could rethink his strategy.

(16 posts until Purge)

The small tunnel barked with gunfire and Serin's blank face became that of blood thirst and giddiness. He had found his target...the first few shots either hit his chest or hit the cement either side of him causing him to stumble backwards and blink in surprise. Before his mind kicked into gear he shifted to the side and rushed toward the source of the gunfire, hoping to catch his target with surprising speed. Bone blades already forming along his arms...

Samuel quickly rushed down the tunnel the sound of the water sloshing around his feet echoing off the walls of the tunnel as he fired shot after shot of 9mm +P ammunition into the direction of his target. As he noticed his targets increased speed he quickly turned and rushed away tilting his body to increase his forward momentum as he rushed around a corner disappearing once more into the darkness of the tunnel. He ejected the empty magazine of his Glock 17L catching it and throwing it down the opposite tunnel letting it clack loudly against the wall letting the loud echo resound off the walls as he made his way deeper into the complex.

From what he'd seen his target possessed much greater speed than his own and only a full on sprint would be able to escape him. And from the shapes he'd seen briefly as the man had entered the light he also seemed to possess a unique ability. As he slid another magazine into his Glock 17 he made sure to do so slowly making sure the sound was minimal as he slowly chambered a round. He'd need a new strategy it seems .45 rounds to center mass did little. However he did recall seeing blood staining the front of his enemies chest. "If it bleeds I can kill it..." Samuel thought.

It didn't take long for Serin to close the vast majority of the distance between the shooter and himself, it obviously thought that it would escape him now, Serin grinned with anticipation. A grin that made brave men cringe, that made blood run cold. Hastily placed rounds flew past him and caused Serin to alter his position more than a few times, the darkness was becoming Serin's friend. The last sound he had just heard was the smack as metal hit concrete and the plop as it fell into the water. Serin quickly scanned the water, the constantly moving water still did little to cover the tracks of a full sprint down one tunnel, water caked the sides of the tunnel, much more so than the other path.

He only paused for a few brief seconds before he surged forward down Sam's tunnel, ready to tear whoever this was, apart. In what little light there was, Serin saw a rather interesting looking man still running. He always loved this part, the chase, the hopelessness for his targets. Serin grin never ceased as he proceeded to gain ground on the guy, within the next few moments he would be upon him...

Samuel glanced back as he heard water splashing throughout the tunnel. He glanced back to see his opponent rushing at him at speeds he hadn't expected. He grit his teeth before turning bringing both of his handguns to bear. Running was out of the question he needed to capitalize on his superior range here and now. He aimed his 37 and 17L at his target and began firing using the space between the two firearms to drop his rounds onto target with somewhat accurate fire. Each round flying from his handgun kicked against his hands as he fought to keep the barrels on target.

He could slowly seeing his opponent coming towards him as his mind began to register his situation in a new light. His opponent wasn't natural in either way. He could see bones ripping from his foe's flesh like blades. He grit his teeth as he continued firing he wouldn't give this thing the satisfaction of seeing him run from it. If he was going to kill it he wouldn't waste time with strategies reserved for human enemies.

His mind formulated a new strategy as he fired round after round the enemy was feral it seemed to enjoy hunting him. But it seemed to use no strategy as it sprinted down the tunnel meaning it would be running right into the rounds he was firing. The advantage he had was size of the tunnel. The tunnel was narrow allowing him little margin for error. It would be difficult to miss his target in such a small space. He'd use the terrain and his the enemies mindset to his advantage in this battle.

Serin cocked his head to the side as his target glanced back, the feeling of hopelessness seemed to have just climaxed. As the guns turned to be bare Serin shifted his position for the last time, making it take just those few milliseconds longer for the bullets to come his way. He raised his arms, which were now covered by the bones as if to shield his face. Bullets smashed into the concrete either side, but more than a few found their mark as they tore into flesh and bounced off bone alike.

Three of these bullets went through to his torso area, one hitting the bone plating beneath his skin, the other two, hitting his hip bone and his thigh. The rest pinged off of the bones covering his forearms now, finally within arm's reach, Serin adjusted to compensate for evasive maneuvers before finally thrusting with his right hand at Samuel.
Even if Samuel managed to move out of the way of the center mark at such speeds, the bone spikes either side of the arm would provide with a few extra centimeters with which to snag onto the guy's flesh and rip through it, throwing him off balance at the very least.

As the man quickly began closing the distance between them he could see blooms of red spreading across the chest of his opponent. The bullets smashed into his target yet even the stopping power of the .45 G.A.P rounds he was firing wasn't stopping his enemy. Within seconds his foe was upon him reeling it's arm back to strike him. From what he'd seen this thing wasn't human and he had no reason to believe it's strength was human either. There was no more room to maneuver a close combat fight would be suicide.

In a split moment decision he tossed both of his guns aside and hopped up gripping a pipe overhead and reaching into his left sleeve with his right hand. He grunted as he felt the man's hand rip through his torso. He attempted to cough the mouthful of blood rising in his throat into his opponents eyes as the rippling pain ripped through him but at the same time he smirked. In his right hand was his C.O.P .357 Derringer.

Without a second thought he pressed all four barrels against the man's eye socket and at point blank range fired 4 .357 magnum rounds straight against the man's eye angling the barrel towards the brain. The man's eye seemed to be a weak point and he hoped the blood in the man's eyes would have blinded him long enough for Samuel to pull his move. He could feel the man's arm amongst his organs but it was a small price to pay for such a lethal move. If men could survive having their legs blown off he could survive having a hand thrust through his stomach. At such a close range four .357 rounds could seldom be stopped by anything and he hoped this meant the fight could be ended quickly.

OOC-1-Due to events allowing me to know exactly how much time I'm going to have on the internet in the next couple of days, I'm going to have to forfeit in order to allow the tournament to proceed...and to not be a dick and hold things up
2-don't auto-hit, not cool