as written by SerinaBloom, Script and Ronin
Just as Claude was about to tackle Jason to the floor, he instead was thrown off course as Felix threw himself into his side, sending them a short distance from their pack mates and leaving Jason uninterrupted in his swing for the alpha's skull.
Rand wasn't oblivious to effect his strike had on Jason - or lack thereof. It seemed the city wolf was made of stronger stuff than he'd expected.
As Claude escaped his lunge, the alpha quickly returned his attention to Jason. His hands came up, covering the exposed side of his face and shielding the flesh from his opponent's knuckles. The strike still made him stagger back a few steps and stung in his bones. His feet shuffled, grunting in pain as he struggled to regain his balance. His arm was on fire. What kind of strength did this mutt possess? Even a Garoux of lesser fortitude would have had their forearm shattered by that strike. He looked suspiciously at the blood-red glow pulsing in his veins, sniffing the air.
"Mutant freak..." he snarled, shaking out his arm, fangs flashing in his mouth. He resisted the urge to shift. There would be a time for that. Going wolf now didn't advantage him in any way - Jason would have too much time to prepare.
The Scion flashed a cocky smirk. "Afraid of what you don't understand, wildman?" he mocked, taking a measured breath and pulsing the energy through his arms. "You should be."
Before he'd finished speaking, Jason was launching himself forwards once more, a wrecking ball closing the gap between them in moments. He drove his fist forwards in another cross to Rand's face, followed swiftly by a punch to the gut. Each blow carried the same force as his first, his veins throbbing.
The laughter on the wind went unnoted by Jason for the time being, dismissed by his subconscious as irrelevant to the fight at hand.
Rand was ready, muscles tensed, superhuman reflexes primed. He ducked under Jason's first strike, the punch swinging over his head. With his height lowered, Jason's body shot was now a very lethal throat punch. The alpha quickly jerked backwards, the Scion's knuckles passing inches from his nose.
He threw himself back into the fight with a viscious straight punch for Jason's chin, a sidestep around his left foot, followed by a stomp-kick with his heel to the crook of Jason's knee. There was no way he was going to match this beast with strength. He needed to keep his distance and fight dirty - use his speed to his advantage.
Jason was no sluggish hulk, however. He jerked his head to the side to allow Rand's strike to graze past him, and matched his footwork to his opponent's, rotating his body to avoid the attempted flanking stomp. As he swung around, he bent at the knee, before launching forwards into a tackle for Rand's midriff, aiming to bodily sweep the burly wolf from his feet with a bull-rush and slam him into the ground.
Rand snarled as Jason wrapped his arms around him - the worst possible thing that could happen, as far as he was concerned. The alpha swung through the air and collided into the concrete with a grunt, fire shooting up his spine and back. Ow.
If Jason attempted to press his advantage, however, his sternum would meet Rand's bare foot - a kick from the floor with his heel intended to keep the Scion at bay. He had both hands on the ground, torso up. With a space given, Rand quickly rose to his feet ... stifling a groan as a fresh wave of pain shot up his back.
The alpha cocked his neck to the side, wincing at the kinks forming in his spine. Fighting on two legs was not his specialty. Usually his physical superiorty gave him the edge he needed in his human form, but it was becoming clear that Jason was every bit his equal in that regard.
"I'm beginning to lose my patience, city welp," he rumbled, fingers flexing. He was fighting like THEY were - like a human. Maybe it was time to start fighting like a feral. Like a wolf.
Jason was back on his feet just as quickly as his opponent, still sporting a cruel grin. "You getting tired, old man? And here I was just starting to get into the swing of things." He rolled his shoulders, exaggerating a yawn of boredom.
"At least try and make this entertaining."
An animal growled loosed from his throat. Rand grabbed the leg of a nearby chipped wood table and it threw it across the room at Jason like a wad of crumpled paper. He charged just at the end of the projectile, fist flying not for Jason's jaw, but his eye, aiming to plant his knuckle directly into the Scion's left cornea.
Returning the growl with a roar of his own, Jason moved not to duck or dodge the table, but instead charged forwards into it. He drove his fist forwards like a rocket, punching through the table in a shower of splinters that rained harmlessly onto him, the two halves of the now split table glancing off without giving him pause.
He aimed to deliver the punch straight through to Rand's face, using the unexpectedness of his forward lunge to catch the wild wolf mid-charge.
They came together like jousters, fists extended as lances. Jason's knuckles connected on Rand's cheekbone and broke flesh. Rand's fist missed its target with Jason having moved closer, connecting between his eyes above the bridge of his nose.
Rand's head snapped back, red fleshing in his eyes. No sooner had his knuckles made contact than did his fingers open into a claw, attempting to rake down Jason's face, trying to bloody his eyes and mouth. With his free hand, Rand grappled Jason's extended arm, moving his head along Jason's tricep and planting his mouth just below his deltoid. He bit into Jason's flesh like the torso of a slain deer, attempting to drive his teeth deep into the bone and take a chunk of it into his mouth.
The claw drew blood, but perhaps not as much as Rand had expected. The claws scored lines down his face, but they were closer to scratches than tears. Jason hissed with pain, drawing his other hand back for a punch even as the other werewolf bit down. The wildman would find that his flesh was bizarrely tough, like thick hide. That wasn't all that was odd. As blood flowed from the wound and into Rand's mouth, it burned.
Though his fangs dug relatively deep, Rand would barely have a moment before Jason drove his other fist down like a sledgehammer toward his skull with full intent to crush it, roaring with rage. The Scion's entire hand was alight, the rush of adrenaline from his injuries only amplifying his strength into a blow with the force to punch through solid concrete - or pulp a normal skull like it were papier mâché.
The alpha brought his free hand up defense, attempting to angle his face away from Jason's downward strike. He was only marginally succesful, the blow hammering into his hand which in turn smacked against his face and send him sprawling across the floor - a small chunk of Jason's shoulder in his mouth.
The wolf rose, blood streaming down the gash on his cheek and dripping down his jaw, welts forming along his jaw. He chewed the slab of flesh in his mouth, let the acid blood sting his gums and tongue.
Jason launched himself forwards after Rand's sprawling form, not wanting to give the wildman a moment's reprieve. The wound in his shoulder didn't seem to slow him in the slightest, though the cocky grin had finally been replaced by a furious snarl. Even as he was rising, Jason swung a kick for his jaw to send him right back down to the ground.
Already crouched, Rand dodged the kick with a ducking roll, springing to the balls of his feet. He lunged forward - feinted - before spitting the chunk of flesh festering in his mouth directly into Jason's face, spewing a rottent of blood, spit and chewed-up muscle aimed at the Scion's eyes. He kept his guard up, ready to defend himself from Jason's counter attack.
Reflexively angling his face away from the spray, Jason spared half of his face from the grizzly payload. Though his left eye's vision was obscured by red, he was far from blinded, and continued his assault undeterred. He launched forwards into a flurry of jabs, intent on pummelling through any defense Rand tried to mount with brute force, and sticking to him like glue.
Rand defended himself as best he could, dodging punches and letting a few of them slide passed his fists in counters. He lashed out with his leg, attempting to shove his shin through Jason's balls - though he doubted it would stop the mutant. Pain was one of the most effective tools at a fighter's disposal. An opponent who ignored agony possessed a huge advantage.
The alpha returned fire where he could - a punch for his jaw, a shot to his throat - but was ultimately overwhelmed by Jason's superior strength. A cross to his jaw, a knuckle above his eye and a straight to the side of his mouth successively dazed the alpha and sent him sprawling to the floor, grunting, growling, momentarily incapacitated.
He watched Jason from the corner of his swollen eye, waiting to see if the Scion would capitalize on his advantage.
Though Jason took a fair number of Rand's strikes head on, he hardly slowed. The veritable abomination powered through the pain, seeing red - quite literally. A low red fire burned behind his eyes, their vibrant crimson hues aglow.
He stepped towards the fallen alpha, placing his foot onto Rand's throat and applying just enough force to begin choking him. Blood dripped from his face as he looked down at his opponent, malice radiating from his gaze. "You know what the best part of this is, wildman?" he growled. "In this city, you don't exist. When I kill you, nobody - not the law, not the church, nobody - is going to give a rat's ass."
Jason began to gradually increase the force on Rand's throat, slowly crushing down.
