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Jack really hadn't been kidding about his absolute intention to murder this man. He's had some time to sort things out with Angel and that's set, he's good. It's just like the early hours of Rapture; it's easier to get through a bit of blood and gore with a light shining at the end of the tunnel.

He hasn't really tested the strength of the glass here (he isn't even sure how he managed in Rapture) so the flamethrower and grenade launcher stay under his bed. He does bring most of his guns, though, although with his wrench and plenty of Eve. He considers his camera, but... that's sadistic. He's not a sadist. He doesn't think so, at least.

Jack has always had a good memory; one of the side effects of being born out of a bottle, he guesses. It doesn't take a lot of looking around before he hears Ivar's voice in one of the nature domes. Does he feel bad about the destruction that's about to happen here? Sure. But that absolutely will not make him hold back. Plants can regrow.

He isn't about to announce himself. Atlas taught him that much, enemies don't wait for you to finish your monologue. And again, he isn't a sadist; he'll just give him the old one-two punch. A blast of electricity straight at his back, followed by a twelve-inch pipe wrench aimed at the back of his head.

Ivar had once had one of his Pokemon blast Dodger with a bolt of pure lightning. He'd wondered at the time how it might feel. Well, it looked like there was fair turnaround in all things, because now he gets to experience what it's like to be shocked by electricity. All in all, it's an experience he could have done without.

Of course, he'd expected Jack retaliate at some point. He seemed like he was full of hot air, but anyone with powers usually didn't sit around and stew when they could be doing something about it. Then to add insult to injury, he gets smacked with a wrench. Come on, that's not even a proper weapon!

Normally, Ivar would stay in his human form, and fight fair. But he realizes he's far outclassed in comparing powersets right now, so he's going straight for morphing. He's already knocked down on account of being attacked, so he turns to face Jack. There's a grin on his face, something psychotic and unhinged. "Clever boy." He'd attacked him unawares and that was a hard thing to do.

He starts to morph, going for the biggest and toughest one he has in his arsenal. It's the alien creature, fierce and territorial with above average intelligence, that looks like a cross between a lion, bull, and hyena. He goes for the female form, which has a mohawk instead of a mane, since it's bigger then the male form. His body shifts and crackles with unnatural sounds as the bones, muscles, and organs rearrange themselves.

Fur sprouts all over and his leg braces are ruined as his legs become larger and his feet melt and harden into hooves, snapping the braces into pieces. He'll be mad about that later. His form gains more and more mass until he's humongous, far bigger then any of the compared creatures he resembles. The hands shrink into stubby paws and then grow larger, sprouting wicked-looking claws. The saber teeth sprout and keep on growing until they are over a foot long. The ears seem to disappear and then reappear on top of his head, while the tufted tail that resembles that of a bull sprouts.

Within two minutes, there is a very large and pissed off alien cat staring right at Jack, with none of the damage that had been done to Ivar initially. He lets out a roar while his voice yells right into Jack's head. <Now it's a fair fight!>

Ohhhhhh fuck.

Almost every person he'd ever come across in Rapture, superpowered or not, would go down after a zap and a whack. Clearly, the rules are very different here. Jack stumbles backward as Ivar starts buckling and growing, and honestly he feels a little sick watching the transformation. He's seen some disgusting deformities, but he didn't have watch them happen. This is just sick.

He's fought many things bigger than himself, though, and he can handle this too. A quick glance around his surroundings... okay, perfect. He turns back to the alien creature and the pores on his hands start growing and gaping, opening up into thick tunnels through his palms and wrists. Fat insects squirm their way out, crawling from place to place as they collect themselves before suddenly flying out in a swarm and clouding around Ivar's head. They're bees, all intent on clustering around his head and stinging anywhere they can reach.

While he's (hopefully) distracted, Jack will be pulling a crossbow from his sweater and loading it with electrical bolts. He shoots two electrical tripwires into place using nearby trees, blocking the path to him to give him a little more time to think... and to top it all off he materializes a dummy version of himself; a flickering image of Jack that seems to be just standing there, waiting for Ivar... and for whatever reason, the real Jack seems not to be there anymore.

Ivar's planning to squish Jack like the bug he is, so really, it's only appropriate what happens next when the bees swarm around him. There's blind panic now and he looses his grasp on the animal's instincts. They might not precisely have bees on the alien world it is from, but the instincts of the beast know what stinging insects can do. The instincts are saying to run, run, run! It's the only way to escape them.

The best place to go would be to get to water, but Ivar's mad, and the beast is territorial. To retreat now means admitting defeat and neither side is willing to do that. So instead he charges at Jack, running right int the traps he's set. The shock from the tripwires seems to barely register with the animal, possible because it's too big to be effective, or it's just too panicked and in too much pain to focus on the zaps. He charges right through them, insects still swarming.

He can't see very well with being stung, but he can smell, and the duplicate has enough of a scent that he's fooled.He takes a swipe at the duplicate with a paw bigger then the size of a cast iron skillet, intending to end this thing quickly. No more games now.

That worked better than he expected, honestly. He winces as he watches that ghostly version of himself get sliced apart; he never got used to the fact that his dummy self doesn't seem to react to anything that happens to it. But he shakes the thought away, and focuses on continuing his attack.

He manages to slip behind Ivar and the pores in his skin close back up. His left hand darkens and begins to glow red, and when he snaps his fingers Ivar's pelt spontaneously catches on fire. Unfortunately that sacrifices the bees, and the few that aren't killed by the flames and the loss of their stingers scatter into the air.

The other problem is that Jack has run out of Eve, and his veins are itching the moment the flames erupt. He dodges behind a tree for a moment; it isn't enough to hide him, he's much too large, but maybe it will be an obstacle while he digs around for a glowing syringe to jab into his arm.

It takes Ivar a moment to realize his attack did nothing. The alien instincts understand the attack wasn't successful, so he starts looking around for the real thing. There's a yowl of pain from the alien when Jack sets him alight, but this time, Ivar has enough presence of mind not to panic. Bees he might not be used to dealing with, but he's burned enough people alive to know what to do when he smells his fur on fire. He drops to the ground rather then panic and furiously rolls around until the flames are thoroughly extinguished.

Getting back to his paws, he sees where this nuisance, who has become quite a bigger nuisance then initially anticipated, has gone behind a tree.

He digs his paws into the ground, scuffing dirt up, and then charges Jack. He's not aiming for him though. The Viking is going for the tree. He rams his head and horns right into the trunk. Forget about stomping Jack. He's just going to bring the whole damn tree down on him to pin this tricky man down.

He did not... expect that. Jack had just finished pushing the drugs into his system and pulling the needle out, before the cracking of wood makes his head whip around. He only has enough time to yelp in shock before the tree slams into him and knocks him onto the floor.

Fortunately for him, it isn't enough to really hurt him. Unfortunately, he isn't used to crawling around and it takes him a few moments to get his bearings before he can crawl his way out. That gives Ivar a clear opening to attack - but once he does, he'll discover that hitting Jack will send out another jolt of electricity.

That would teach 'em to underestimate a cripple with a murderous streak. He sees Jack crawling out from under the tree and goes to pounce on him. Normally, he'd play around with his prey more, but this prey is very dangerous. The alien instincts want to simply kill the intruder that's in their territory before anything else can go wrong.

He means to take a chunk out of Jack with the swipe he gives, but the sudden shock of electricity throws the momentum off, and instead ends up smacking Jack hard enough to send him flying through the air. Ivar's various injuries are starting to catch up to him now even with all the adrenaline coursing through his system. He stops for a moment as his muscles continue to constrict from now being shocked twice.

Jack lets out a cry of pain as the claws slash through his skin, and another yelp as he's knocked into the air. He hits a nearby tree hard with his back, and lays stunned on the ground for a few moments before pushing himself unsteadily to his feet. His shoulder is pulsing with pain where he was scratched, but with a bit of willpower he manages to ignore it.

He can treat himself later, he needs to end this fight before it gets more out of hand. He rummages in his sweater for a moment before dragging out a tommy gun, loaded with armor-piercing bullets. He sends out another shock of electricity before opening fire with his gun and surprisingly, his injuries seem to have little bearing on his aim. Focusing this hard on combat, he barely even notices the weeping wounds.

Thor's hammer, is there no end to what he's able to pull out of that sweater?!

He'd been hoping to be able to pursue Jack and end this quickly, but the burns and electric shocks are starting to take their toll on him. The beast's great sides heave in and out as he catches his breath and gets his second wind in. By the time he's able to move again, Jack's already retaliating.

He's been on the attack this entire time, but in the face of a hail of bullets, the Viking retreats. Ivar dashes into the nearby bushes. One would think it would be hard to hide such a large creature, but even Earth elephants could blend in if there was enough vegetation. He crouches down, the creature's predator eyes used to looking through thick foliage, as he plans his next move.

He still has a couple tricks he hasn't even shown so... no. There is no end.

Jack is on high alert as the creature disappears, but he can't afford to waste bullets shooting at nothing. He slumps against the tree behind him, finally pausing long enough to feel the blood loss. He sets his gun aside, and fishes around for a heath kit; really just a tin box with a syringe of glowing red Adam in it. He injects it quickly into his arm and breathes a huff of relief as the wounds on his shoulder close up, and his bruises fade. Alright, he can do this.

He pushes himself back to his feet and trades the gun for his trusty wrench, treading carefully as he tries to find Ivar again. His left hand is sparking with electricity, just in case.

Ivar waits with the instinctual patience of a predator to back him up. He doesn't move a muscle, instead watching Jack with eyes, nose, and ears to guide him. Ivar watches as Jack starts to cautiously look for him. He doesn't move an inch, acutely aware of the fact that any movement could give him away.

This a game of almost literal cat and mouse. He intends to be the one that comes out on top.

The muscles tense as he waits, claws and hooves digging into the soft earth beneath his paws. He listens as the man draws nearer. Closer...closer...there. The alien springs out of the bushes with a gigantic leap far greater then any a normal Earth big cat could produce, intent on pouncing on Jack.

He instinctively shoots a bolt of electricity when he sees movement, but it shoots off beyond Ivar and hits a tree. Jack's back hits the ground a second later and he lets out a cry of pain, struggling to get free without enough sense to figure out a plan. At least the impact comes with another shock of electricity from his chest.

It only lasts a second though, before his focus shifts to trying to lift his right arm up and hit Ivar's head. If he can't get free that way he can try electrocuting him, although he'll hurt himself in the process.

FIGHT TIME feat. Ivar

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DATE TIME feat. Angel

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