[b][i]Wilhelm sat at the Dojo gate, oiling off his dual hanguns, Joy and Despair. He stood up, strapping his holsters onto his waist when a large halberd was stabbed through his chest. Blood fountained from his chest and he fell to his knees. The figure behind him growled hungrily...[/i][/b] [i]"That's one way to get inside of me,"[/i] [b][i]Wilhelm laughed at his own bad joke, coughing up a dark, and crimson blood onto the cement. He aimed Joy behind him and fired twice, the recoil threatening to snap his wrist. The figure stumbled back, tearing the halberd from Wilhelm's chest. Wilhelm used what energy he had left and spun, firing with both pistols a total of twelve times. The figure exploded twice, once in light, the second time in darkness. Wilhelm holstered his pistols and fell over, limp.[/i][/b] [spoiler]this RP seems kind of slow, figure I'll throw in some drama[/spoiler]