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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.

Ivar is much bigger then Jack in this devil cat form and he uses that to keep the man pinned. He's aiming to rip out Jack's throat to end this when he sees Jack's arm coming up to hit him, so he turns away from Jack's throat and chomps down on his arm.

There's a new spasm of pain as the volts of electricity hit him, shocking him once again. He's growing very weary of this trick. <Stop that!> He says, finally speaking during the combat.

He's a little startled by being spoken to, more than anything else that's happened. But Jack is always faintly aware that the people he kills are human, they always speak to him, and he's been well-trained to ignore it.

He yelps in pain as his arm is bitten, though, and again when his own electricity pulses back through him. It's working, but it isn't doing enough... he can't reach his other weapons like this, though. His mind starts racing for other ideas, as he glances around like a cornered animal.

He's got it.

His hand stops sparking, and instead seems to be summoning a light breeze around it. He reaches toward the tree that Ivar had broken, and his fingers clench slightly under the strain of his power. A few seconds later a cluster of broken wood and bark flies out, aimed at Ivar's head with the speed of bullets. Though in the state Jack is in, they're more lightly to hit his shoulder and side.

Ivar's used to pain. He's been in pain his whole life. Still, trying to work through being shocked and shot at and whacked and all sorts of other things is really starting to get to him. He needs to end this soon or he runs the risk of losing.

Letting go of Jack's arm, he pins first his right hand under his gigantic left paw and then the left one under his right paw. The claws dig in cruelly to hold him there. When the splinters slam into his shoulder, he roars in pain and fury. <This ends now.> He tells Jack.

Edited (That moment you realize there's a typo days later....) 2019-04-25 06:44 (UTC)

Okay... okay, maybe that was a mistake. Maybe all of this was a mistake, but Jack doesn't go down without a fight. When he's pinned down his fingers are still grasping desperately, trying so very hard to push the creature off. A bit more squirming and his skin opens up into thick pores along his arms again, letting out a fresh stream of bees to cloud around Ivar's head.

He's accepted that he's going to die here, but he's died plenty of times before - sometimes it's just a better strategy than wasting the health packs. He'll just have to make sure he can come back and kill him back later.

Ivar doesn't waste any time gloating or toying with his prey. Jack's proven himself a dangerous enough opponent that he just wants to get this over with. He reaches down and tears out his throat in one swift movement. It's a quick death, far quicker then he'd like to give to an enemy.

He has no time to revel in his victory, for the bees swarm his face, stinging him through the short fur all around his face. He's got no choice but to turn, trying to outrun them as he speeds out of the nature dome. He's got to find a place where he can demorph and heal from all the damage Jack has inflicted upon him.

All is fair in love and war.

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