Funny Games

[bastic_boy]

Connor likes to hunt, likes to track. He's hunting something now that smells like leather, peroxide, and vampire. It's a male, he can smell that too. Musky and tingly. Vampire because of the faint taste it leaves in the back of his throat like snake skin. He finds it inside a heavily carpeted room holding a large stake.. no. Not sharp at the end.

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[lessritual]

Spike honestly doesn't notice the sunlight at first. When he's paying attention to something, his entire attention is usually on it, at least for a small amount of time. But the smoke and the pain start up at the same time, and he damn near yelps as he pulls his hand back. The pool cue immediately turns into a loosely held weapon.

"All right, who's the sod-" This is about when his roving eyes catch Connor in the doorway, and he relaxes...a little. "Oi! Anyone ever teach you manners, kidlet?" Not that he was frequently big on the manners, but whatever. "I'm focusing here!"

[bastic_boy]

Kidlet?
"I usually go by 'The Destroyer'. To your kind."
It seems this demon is a little difficult to pick a fight with, but that's alright. Talking to them before killing them is a little different. Kind of interesting.

He considers the question as he walks casually to the opposite side of the pool table. "Manners? Like, please don't stake me in the heart? I'm sorry for eating those people? Thank you for stopping my rein of evil?"
Connor shoves the pool table against the vampire's body meaning to pin him against it and the wall.

[lessritual]

Just the first sentence gets a disbelieving laugh out of Spike, but he is paying attention now. This guy is fast. Spike sees the pin coming and drops out of the way more through habit and instinct than anything else. He can see that pool cue becoming a stake pretty damn quickly, though, and his nose is telling him that such a thing would just slow this kid down. Time to find something else, preferably sharp.

He comes to this conclusion while he kicks back along the wall. His hand falls on a chair, which will do well enough to keep some distance between them for the moment. "Well, I was thinkin' more like closing the door after you, but close enough. Still, might want to rethink that 'rein of evil' stuff. I don't really go in for that whole thing."

The chair gets flipped and thrown in Connor's general direction. He's not looking to hurt the kid, really, even if he's not the standard 'I just found out about vampires' fare. "Seriously, though, 'The Destroyer'? Do you want to come off like the geeky kid who plays too much D

[bastic_boy]

Connor isn't used to being laughed at in these situations and while failing to squish the vampire like a bug at least the fight is proving to be much less one sided than he expected. Connor smirks as he's held off with a chair.

The teenager shifts hard to the left grabbing the chair legs with both hands as it sails past him. He smashes it on the floor and comes away with two weapons.
"Please and thank you for the stakes." There. manners. He throws both of them at Spike aiming for the Vamps shoulders. Connor is enjoying this too much to go for the kill.

It's all about context. His name sounds very impressive in a demon world with no role playing games. If he knew what Spike was talking about he'd think twice about throwing that name around, but he doesn't. Still, he knows he's being mocked.
"Yeah? You have stupid hair."