A 3 Day Conflict

Spectre stopped walking immediately as his ears picked up a voice echoing off of the walls within the building. His almost emotionless eyes began scanning the doorways around him as his right hand drew a 12'' knife from his left boot. He held it there in reverse grip as he started to walk, only unlike before, his footfalls carried no sound within the halls of the corridor, and kicked up no dirt.

He had encountered enough unintelligent thugs in his years, and no ordinary bandit would openly threaten him after seeing what Spectre had done to his friends. There was something off about the situation. He went from doorway to doorway, slowly opening each one with the tip of his knife before peering in with his haunting guise. And each time he opened a door, he blatantly used force in order to cause the tip of the blade to smack each door, causing a resounding thud to bounce throughout the building in order to get a reaction from who ever was taunting him.

Spectre thudded his knife against one last door as the projectiles screamed down the hallway, but his opponents ranting gave Spectre time to react well before a shot was even fired. As the first round left his combatants chamber Spectre had already passed through the door he had just opened before closing it behind him, and to his earlier thought, it was confirmed that it was no ordinary bandit. Those weren't lead rounds flooding the hallway, they were plasma rounds.

If one were to see his face they would have seen a smile slowly find its place on his face, which was a rare occasion. He always enjoyed a good fight, but to find someone with such firepower meant it would only make the hunt more fun.

No words crossed his lips, it was only his body that went into action. With his heartbeat calm and steady he went to work. Spectre left the door he just passed through and moved quietly to his left to another door. He didn't even bother concealing himself from the windows view, because his target was to far down the hallway to ever reach him before he passed through the next portal into the next room.

Spectre had already passed through another door that lead from the room he was in back into the hallway. The man hunting him was currently in the room he had just left, and Spectre could hear the man continue to make boastful statements, and he even directed questions toward Spectre as he crept up upon the window that allowed a visual to the contents within it from the outside corridor. With his large knife still in his right hand, his left hand was now holding his .45 caliber sidearm.

He shifted his body from his back being against the wall to facing himself square toward the glass. Spectre began to side step to his right and seeing the man for the first time, he aimed his weapon and fired off three rounds at his targets vital organs. The rounds smashed through the glass, causing shards to scatter all around. The heavy slugs whistled towards the targets neck, chest, and abdomen.

With each squeeze of the trigger the .45 caliber sidearm let loose an almost deafening boom with each release of the round, and after the offensive move, Spectre took off in a dead run down the hallway until he reached the fifth door down.

He quickly whipped the door open with his knife hand and entered the room, intentionally leaving the door ajar. The door was left hanging in the empty halls of the corridor, and within the room Spectre was quickly calculating his next move.

Spectre was prone on the floor, half of his body sticking out into the next adjacent room and his torso in the room facing the open door. His rifle was in hand, and as his opponent fired rounds of plasma into the room, he answered the firepower with something greater. Spectre had his right eye looking through a smaller sight mounted on his rifles scope that was designed for close quarters marksmanship. He squeezed the trigger on his rifle, and the results would have sent an ordinary man into shock.

The rifles muzzle flashed with a bright brief light, and the sound that followed echoed throughout the entire building. The resulting boom carried enough force to shake the ground and even the air around the surrounding area, and with the round released, the sheer force of the combustion caused the dirt settled on the floor near the weapon to kick up and burst away from the rifle in a small plume of debris.

The .50 caliber slug spiraled out from the barrel and screamed toward the open door at its intended target. If the round didn't hit the man, it was sure to blow the open door into splinters.

The round blew through his opponents main weapon, passing through its canister and into the wall behind it. Shards of parts and debris from the wall flew about in every direction. And seeing his attacker charge at him with knives in hand, Spectre quickly pulled back with his right hand with a hard jerking motion. He sent his rifle sliding out behind him into the room his legs were in. 

Seeing the experienced man dive at him with knives drawn, Spectre pushed his upper body up with his left hand and pulled his feet up underneath him.

In the same movement he kicked his legs out, sending him sliding across the floor into the room that the lower half of his body had previously been in.

During his slide his right hand had drawn his .45 out of its holster, and without hesitation he squeezed the trigger another two times. Being in a more enclosed area, the resulting action caused the sound of the rounds to appear even louder, just what his hearing needed, more damage done to them on top of the .50 going off in such close quarters.

After the slide, not knowing for once in his life if the rounds had hit flesh, he rolled to his left and positioned himself into a crouched position with both hands now on his sidearm aimed at the doorway.

Specte ripped his sidearm from the mans hand and slid it back into its holster, it only had two rounds left, and with how this fight was going he didn't know if he needed them for later. During the movement, he also leaned forward, causing his targets blade to slide just above the fibers of his black mask. Spectres left hand had already slid down to his boot to bring the comfort of his own 12'' blade into his hand, and that is when he began his retaliation.

He pushed up with his left leg, shoving out his right knee out toward the mans stomach. He wasn't aiming to kill the man now, this altercation now turned into a test of skill, which Spectre hadn't seen since his first encounter with Enigma. In fact he was enjoying it thoroughly. The knife in his left hand remained idle, ready to strike while his right hand stood at the ready to play defense.