First time for everything

(I know this post may be a bit longer than normal but as well as introducing a new story, im kinda introducing my character at the same time. Anyone that wants to join in and add anything please do feel free)!
Wesley stepped out of the airport and sniffed the air. Smells of smoke, wafts of meat from a nearby hot dog cart and the smell of several taxis that were driving past, causing water from dirty puddles to splash near Wesley’s trainers, all came to him in a wave. Wesley smiled. He had finally arrived in America. He was finally doing what he had always wanted to do: travel! Wesley walked down the street, rolling his suitcase along beside him. He stuck out an arm and called out for a taxi. His welsh accent stuck out like a sore thumb amid the rough New York shouts around him. A taxi finally slowed down and Wesley jumped in. He gave the driver directions to the small apartment he was renting and laid back in his seat. Tonight would be the first night he would don his costume and patrol the streets looking to save people as...Arwr.
(A FEW HOURS LATER)
Wesley stood on the edge of the Empire State building’s roof. A large moon shone down upon the city that was already aglow with lights. The wind caused his blue cape to billow and his black hair swayed from side to side. Wesley took his matching blue mask out from his belt and tied it to his face. Now, he was Arwr. Arwr took a few steps back onto the building and took several deep breaths. With his fear of heights, he was amazed he had made it to the roof of the Empire State building of all places. Arwr took one last deep breath and then took the plunge. He ran forward as fast as he could and leapt off the Empire State building...and then he fell. The windows of the building rushed past him and the ground hurtled towards him. Arwr couldn’t help yelling in fear as he fell. He then shut his eyes and focussed. A few seconds before Arwr would become a smear on the streets of New York, he flew. Arwr shot upwards and exhaled a sigh of relief. As he soared up to the clouds, he felt that mixture of fear and adrenalin he always got when flying. Then, a gunshot disturbed his peaceful flight. Arwr looked down onto the city and saw two figures in an alley; one was lying on the ground and the other standing over them. Arwr leaned forward and swooped down towards the alley.

The bearded gunman fired another shot at his 'prey' lying on the ground. A large rimmed hat, black in color, adorned the man's head, grey and black hairs squirting from underneath the thing. Between his index and middle finger, a lit sigaret dangled. The man took a long drag from the sigaret. The light emitted from the tip cast a faint glow his face, revealing a fresh cut among several scars. A partially broken street...uh....alley light flickered shortly above the two men. The gunslinger put his revolver back in the holster. With a mighty swing, so mighty it caused his long black coat to fly up in the air, he thrusted an object into the chest of the fallen one.
"And stay down..." said the desperado in a low, grizzly voice.

Arwr was close enough to the alley now to see the man put the gun in its holster. Arwr landed on the roof above the alleyway. He wanted to drop down and defend whoever was there but his eyes kept drifting back to the gun and its holster. Arwr took a deep breath and dropped down into the alley. He flew for the last few metres and landed next to the body on the floor, still unsure if the figure on the ground was dead or not. Hoping to use the element of surprise that he had hopefully created, Arwr used his telekinesis powers to send a wave of energy at the gunman.

((Dude, there is only one body. 'They were dead' is not right. The body is not multiple. Unless it would be Legion. That would make it complicated.))

The gunslinger never saw it coming. 'It' being either the caped vigilante dropping from the sky or the telekinetic blast which send him flying into the wall, it's your choise. The old weathered paint on the wall crumbled as it and the man collided with eachother. As he regained his balance the man mumbled:"...What...the fuck?..." He looked at whatever it was that had just attacked him. The light that, emitted in flashes by the broken alleylight, fell on his face and luminated the place where the cut used to be. Used to be. That means there was no more cut. There wasn't even a scar. A rather creepy fact, I suppose?

(My mistake! I knew there was only 1, it was just bad grammer)

Arwr stepped back after sending the energy wave. He restrained himself from cheering when he saw the gunman collide with the wall. Arwr held out his hand.
"Give up. I don't want to hurt you".
Arwr braced himself by building up for another energy wave. He no longer had the element of surprise on his side but hey, it worked the first time!

((Yeah, you better be sorry, man! ))

The bearded man laughed shortly and said: "Give up? Son, you don't know who you're up against!" With a grin, and while shaking his head, the man started to just... walk away. Oh, noes! This big bad bully did not fight back, he just walked away! What an outrage. But, you know, he did, he did just walk away. "'I don't wanna hurt you'. Pfff, bloody ridiculus." He said while walking towards the end of the alley with his hands in his pockets.

Arwr was taken aback. Wasn't this the bit where the villain started explaining some sort of evil domination style plan and fight back. However, this was just an alley so taking over the world wasn't probably high on this guy's to do list. Arwr bent down beside the man lying on the ground. He was dead. Blood was all over the man's shirt and his eyes seemed to be inspecting something rather interesting in the back of the man's head. Arwr felt anger. True, pure, uncfly ontrollable anger. This man had shot someone in cold blood and was just going to walk away. Arwr stood up and shouted at the man to come back. The man paid no attention. Arwr felt hot tears brimming. Great, his first night out as a superhero and he was going to cry. Arwr hovered for a few moments and, before he began thinking rationally and had the chance to change his mind, Arwr flew towards the man. He raised his fist as he flew up behind the gunman.

Arwr's mighty blow hit the back of the gunman's head, causing the man's black velvet hat to fly off. Gunman's head bumped forward in order to absorb the blow. He sighed and looked at the sky in frustration. He turned around, looked his attacker in the eyes and said: "You see that man there?" He pointed at the dead corpse (oh, wait, that's twice the same!) on the ground."That's not a man, that was a vampire." He did take a step backwards, in case the spandex was going to launch another attack. "I'm just doing my job, okay?"

Arwr ceased hovering on the spot and landed on the ground. Arwr opened his mouth to speak but then slammed it shut. A VAMPIRE??? This guy couldn't be serious. He knew America was a little different to Wales but...a vampire? Arwr started to smile, nearly all his spontaneous rage gone due to this out of the blue statement.
"A vampire? You can't be serious. You expect me to buy that rubbish? For the last time, give up. You just killed someone and now you think the best way to get out of it is to pretend your like...some sort of...Vampire slayer? Give me a break".
Arwr started to walk towards the man in what he hoped looked like a menacing walk. In reality, it was giving him one of the worst wedgies he had ever had but there was no way he was going to stop this cool walk he had going. Arwr's smile grew bigger. He had this in the bag.

The gunman responded to Arwr's menacing walk by also walking towards his 'opponent'. As a warrior, the gunman knew that walking up to your opponent is probably one of the stupidest things you can do. Unless your opponent doesn't know better. The gunslinger knew better. He had felt the punch of Arwr. He knew his opponents strength. "You want me to prove it, tough shot?" He said with a serious face. It wasn't that hard to keep a serious face. Why? Well, uh, because, uh, he was serious. That corpse over there really was a vampire. The object the man had planted in his chest had been a wooden stake, one of the ways to effectively kill a vampire. And this man actually was an expert in the field of supernatural extermination. But nobody else in the alley knew that.
The man looked the masked vigilante right in the eyes, observed his smile. This fellow is getting too arrogant. It will be his downfall. He underestimates me severly. He thought.

The man's comment caused Arwr to think twice about what he was getting himself in for. It brought home the fact that he was new at this whole beating up 'bad guys' and saving the day nonsense whilst this guy was obviously used to whatever the hell it was that he did. Arwr stopped walking when he was just about out of punching distance from this 'vampire slayer'. However, Arwr couldn't help taking another glance at the guy's gun. He certainly wasn't out of distance from that thing. Arwr had never had the opportunity to test his powers to see if he could stop or block a bullet but he wasn't that keen on finding out any time soon. All his instincts screamed at him to turn around and fly away as fast as he could. On the other hand, this was a matter of pride. He had challenged this killer to answer for what he had just done. What sort of a hero would he be if he just ran away every time things got a bit scary? Arwr stood his ground and began to feel his powers build around his hands and arms. He readied his legs incase he needed to fly anytime soon. He knew he would regret this but they weren't in some cheap cowboy film. They couldn't do this whole stand off thing all day.
"You think your so strong? You haven't seen what I can really do. Bring it on Buffy". Buffy, Arwr thought to himself. That was the best he could come up with?

The man closed his eyes for just a second, and a sense of inner and outer peace seemed to engulf him. He opened them again, looked Arwr right in the eyes and dissappeared. He just dissappeared. And reappeared. Behind Arwr. "Right back at ya, superman." The gunslinger said as he threw a kick at Arwr's back, in a "This is SPARTAAA!" like fashion.

Arwr was still groaning on the inside about his Buffy comment when the man vanished. Arwr blinked and almost rubbed his eyes in a very stereotypical like shocked fashion. The man had just...vanished. Great. Here he was thinking this guy had been your average criminal, clearly a little delusional with the whole vampire thing but he thought a gun was the worst he would have to worry about. Now he discovers the guy can vanish. Arwr tensed himself incase the guy had turned himself invisible.
"Right back at ya, Superman". The words came from behind him.
Arwr swore on the inside and before he had a chance to turn round, he felt the man's foot on his back. Arwr was sent flailing forwards. Unfortunately, Arwr had been charging his power for quite a while and had been ready to fly. As he fell forwards, the energy he had been charging was released from his hands. This force, and the fact he had been ready to fly, catapaulted him backwards and over the head of the gunman. Arwr crashed into the side of one of the flickering lamp posts. Arwr sat at the bottom of the post feeling very sore and very embaressed. Giving himself a little boost with his force energy, Arwr stood back onto his feet.
"Is that the best you've got"? Arwr laughed, wincing at the pain that shot through his back as he put on the best fake laughter he could.