How's about a straight flush? (Open.)

Drake had escaped the last time he attacked Vegas, but he got bored again, so he came back for more. This time he wasn't going to go looking around the city at the pretty light, but was still walking around with his hood up trying to pick a place to place a an explosive. Then he saw it. He was going to crash a casino! The people packed in there, OH the screams and panic which were going to be heard! "I can hear them now." He excitedly muttered to himself as he entered a fancy looking place.

Problem.

Stopped by security, due to obviously being under 21, he had to start his attack now! Oh, what an unfortunate turn of events! He looked around for a place to bolt to, a place where he could get a foothold of destruction, but found none among the four poker tables in the middle and one-armed bandits arranged in a neat line at the right of the small-ish building and the other games which were on the left, including two blackjack tables and some more slot machines. There was a bar, at the back, which he though he might be able to hide behind until the roof stops collapsing from the first and largest explosion.

"Am I actually thinking this through!?" He yelled as he completely disregarded his plans, reached into his satchel and swiftly pulled out his largest bomb, forming into a javelin at the same time. "Let's hope the roof doesn't fall too fast!" Drake exclaimed before starting to laugh madly. He threw the javelin into one of the poker tables in the middle. The javelin exploded and the four players along with the dealer blew up with it. The people at the tables nearby were also stunned, along with a couple of people who were walking past at the time.

Drake formed two explosives in his hands and placed them inside the bouncer's clothes, before running for the bar.

Boom, went the bouncers chests.

(Aww, nobody joining... This makes me sad.)

(ill join ya my friend. Me and my lonesome :P)

(Ya got kishin eggs??)

(Not a one. Just a talented meister.)

(You are welcome to pick a fight, though my character already has a few souls. Also, I cannot post today, cuz sleep.)

One player from the table noticed the attack and back-flipped out of his seat to avoid the impact. He appeared to be a rather important looking guy, not very tall, in a trench coat and a fedora. He ripped off his coat and hat and revealed himself to be a kid armed with a sword, which he immediately armed himself with. "What the-?!" he exclaimed. "Reveal yourself!" he said towards the billowing clouds of smoke.

"What!?" Drake stopped almost at a whim and spun around, confused as to why there is someone telling him to reveal himself! The nerve! Drake bellowed into the smoke, "What do you want and why aren't you dead!? I have some killing to do and you are getting in the way!"
Drake formed an explosive in his hand and threw it in the general direction of the voice, hoping it might hit the voice and exploderise the voice before Drake has to fight the voice and lose all these souls! "Wait..." Drake had a sudden realization that if he were to quickly sprint to where he exploded the bouncer, he could get at least SOMETHING for his troubles, so he ran back to where he came from, the exit.

(You gonna post or not?)

OOC// Man, I am soooo sorry. So much stuff came up.

The kid was blustered at his crude comment, and when he saw the explosive sail through the air, he skillfully slid underneath it's arc. he didn't get far enough away from the explosion, and it sent him flying in the direction of Drake and landing on a table that was abandoned mid with great balance. The cards scattered everywhere, and no he could see his assailant making a run for it and gave pursuit. H held his blade carefully as he dashed.

(No problem.)

Drake reached the soul floating by the entrance and swallowed it(1), then turned towards the kid, whom was now charging at him with a sword. "The NEEEERVEEEE!!!" Drake yelled as he created two more explosives in his hands. "Why aren't you DEAD!?" He thundered again as he flung the volatile charges at his attacker. Once that was done with he sprinted back into the smoke of the interior of the casino and towards where the rest of the people of the middle tables souls were left. He wasn't going to let this BRAT spoil his damn evening!

What? this guy create bombs just by thinking it? UNfair! He had to act fast, slicing them horizontally through the middle. "What manner of nonsense-" Then he noticed he was running back inside. "Ugh, your slippery aren't you? And to think today was going to be easy. YOU JUST HAD TO SHOW UP. And now, it's my duty to collect your soul."

"You collect my soul!? But I was going to collect YOUR soul! Along with this whole establishment! LONG WORD!" Drake jumped up onto the remains of the poker table in the middle and snatched up the souls, eating them all quickly(4) and forming another two bombs, ready to throw. The first, he threw at the ceiling above the brat and the other at the brat's feet. "You are ruining my fun, here! I am going to KILL you!"

Martyn dived underneath the table he landed on earlier. "Nothing is ever easy is it?" The ceiling came crashing down, but he was mostly safe. I need to kick this up a notch. He firmly gripped his sword and ran full speed at Drake, sliding beneath his table, and slashing it's leg at and angle so it would bring him to the ground flat on his face.

Drake fell from the table and onto the floor, and crawled forward until it was safe to turn around. He then threw two bombs towards where the brat was sure to be popping up any time soon. "Spoilsporting fun twatter!"

Martyn tried to escape from under the table but was instantly met with an explosion, and slid across the ground in the other direction, tumbling for a second. He caught himself on his hands and knees. "Your a pain in my side. You have no idea how difficult it will to set up another meeting after this." He got into an odd stance, and pounced for Drake, sword aiming for his torso.

Drake leaned to the side to dodge the blade, but unable to completely escape harm as his upper arm is cut. Not a deep cut, but it stung. "ME!? A pain in your side!? You are here ruining MY fun! You should be dead!" Drake snapped as he created another explosive and attempted to shove it down the brats back.

Martyn's body was already charred enough as it is he couldn't afford to be hit directly. He held down Drakes arm, as he held the explosive and put his sword up to Drake's neck. "Get over it! Give me, one. Good. Reason." he said pressing on his neck with each word.

"Oh, I have another arm." Drake said as he used that free arm to toss an explosive just to the side of the brat. The explosive did as it should and blew up right next to brat and also as Drake used that free arm of his to shield his face from the explosion than threw him backwards a ways. All Drake did was laugh as he tumbled across the floor and then onto his feet. He threw his charred hoodie to the ground after he wiped the small trickle of blood that formed under his chin with one of the sleeves and laughed even harder.

Martyn didn't make a noise as he was sent flying. Dragging his sword along the floor he was able to slow himself down and come out standing, cutting a long line into the carpet and revealing the wood below. He did his best to endure it all although the right side of his body seemed to suffer alot of burns. He gripped his side, and took a deep breath. Today's not the day. The black and white checkered pattern on his hoodie seemed to crawl it's way onto the floor covering the floor, and in the blink of an eye he had covered most of the ground between him and Drake just a few feet in front of him going to deliver a kick to the head.

Drake leaned backwards and let himself stumble out of the way of the kick before limply turning, dropping two bombs to the floor where he stood and dashing away from the incoming explosion. "You pissed me off!" He yelled, drawing out each word. "And you aren't the brightest of the lot, are you!? You forgot that people have two arms before they get exploderised!" He then proceeded to laugh as hysterically as he was before, as he turned turned to face he brat once again.

Martyn's hair drooped in front of his face and he wasn't responding at all. They turned to face other at the same time, as he carelessly sliced them apart at his feet. The pattern on the floor seemed to converge on Drake's location once he landed and soon enough he was dashing again. Each attack seemed to be gaining speed. He was going for an arcing slash to his body.

(Just a by the way, the explosives wouldn't just become inactive when you sliced at them. They'd explode from the impact.)

Drake leaned to his side and made himself swivel from one of his feet to the other, dodging the slash. He once again dropped more explosives where he was standing and bolted towards the exit. All of this with him still laughing hysterically at who knows what. The place was falling apart and it wasn't going to be long before the roof falls down on anyone still left within. "What is up with him!?" He yelled out the question, to nobody in particular and let himself skid to a halt in the exit. He turned and waited for one more attack.

OOC// Ah, damn. You need to explain these things. Next time, no slicing.

Martyn anticipated this, and flew directly past him after he dodged completely avoid the bombs. The patterns on the floor triangulated Drake's next move after he bolted. They got to the exit about the same time, and attempted to hit him using his Soul Menace technique.

Before the brats attack hit he threw a bomb at the ground in front of him and one at the top of the doorway. He was then finally hit and flung backwards a ways; when he finally landed and came to a stop, he coughed up some blood onto the ground. Then, Drake looked over to the doorway in order to see whether anything was done to the brat or the curious grid which seemed to follow Drakes movements.