The Preserve, Late Wednesday Night.

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Jason stalked the woods with greater agitation with each step.

Something needed to die. Someone.

	Was this a stupid thing Billy was doing? Yeah, probably. Never the less, the not quite unsuspecting teenager was likewise stalking these woods. With a similar intent.
	A few branches rustled behind Billy.
	Billy paused for a moment, then continued on, slower, preparing himself.
	Then there Jason was, right in front of Billy. He was just standing there, for now.
	Billy stopped short. The hell? He resisted the urge to look behind him where he'd heard the rustling. "There you are."
	Jason stood, not speaking. His knife was at his side, waiting for the right moment.
	That was an impressive blade. Billy was reassured by the weight of his sword and gun at his back. He started circling a bit, eyes locked on the big spooky guy. Billy wasn't one for the banter, but even he was getting creeped out by the silence.
	Without a word, Jason raised his knife, and stepped towards Billy.
	Well at least he was moving now. Billy drew his sword and stepped towards Jason, blade held in front of him defensively. "See how you do against someone who's ready for you asshole."
	Jason's only response was a super-strong swipe with his blade, aiming for the arm Billy was holding his sword in.
	Billy parried effortlessly, then reeled with the force of the blow. "Jesus! Just great." He darted foward, swiping at the big guy's chest.
	The sword cut through cloth and flesh, but with little effect otherwise. Jason slashed again, throwing even more power into the blow.
	This time Billy didn't even bother trying to block. The guy was too strong for that. Instead, he ducked under the swing, and rolled, slashing at his opponent's legs as he went.
	Oh look, a slash through Jason's pant legs. Watch him not care. He instead went for a hard kick on this flippy idiot child thing.
	As he'd once told Teddy, strength was often impoartant in fighting, but it was not all important. The best blocks didn't stop a blow, merely redirected it. With with one hand he attempted to do just that while slicing at the man's tendons behind the knee with his sword. He didn't want to resort to the gun.
	Jason just didn't care about getting cut. So instead, he reached down to grab Billy by the leg.
	"Hey!" Billy shouted, as the hand closed on his prosthetic. "I need that leg!" Well, he did have a spare.
	Jason was on a bit of shaky footing, so he didn't have much to do other than try and haul Billy up by his prosthetic.
	Billy sighed, and pulled his gun out from his waistband. He fired at Jason's elbow.
	With the jerking movement, Billy's aim was a bit off, and thudded into Jason's chest. The impact was enough to send him toppling backward, his grip on Billy's leg was released.
	Well that worked. Billy landed with a grunt, and rolled away from the man. He rose to his feet and saw where the bullet had hit. He swallowed.
	Jason lay perfectly still.
	Cautiously, Billy stepped closer, sword and gun lowering.
	And that's when Jason sat bolt upright, his head turning to look directly at Billy.
	"Jesus!" Billy leaped back blasting away with his gun.
	The bullets zipped right through Jason's flesh, but it stopped him not as he got straight to his feet and raised his knife.
	That did it, Billy had had enough. He turned and ran.
	Billy wasn't going to get off that easy. Jason's knife came down, slashing at his leg. It would've been a lot more effective if that leg was still flesh and blood.
	As it was, there were some pretty sparks as the impact sent him stumbling, but he went with it, rolled, sprang back to his feet, and ran faster.
	Jason stopped. This wasn't the right prey. He watched the figure disappear into the distance, then disappeared himself, back into the woods.

[ooc: Violence behind the cut. Preplayed with those involved. No IC interaction available, OOC comments welcome. Also, the identity of the attacker is NFB.]