[i]Of course, Jason's right arm was made out of two very hard materials. Ceramic and adamantium. It could take a hell of a beating.[/i] "HOLD ON! Who in the 'ell is this 'ere chick and why is she attempting to stab ye?" [i]Jason asked the Nameless King as he twirled on his feet, keeping Anri in sight at all times, his forest green prosthetic hand clenched into a fist, and ready to fire.[/i] "'Nd how the hell are ya floatin' in the air like a balloon? An electric balloon.. With bad hair. And a shit personality.. I still don't know why I saved you! May be 'cause I enjoyed the conversation a little.. Either way, I ain't lettin' ya die so let's kill this chick."

[i]The chick, as Jason had referred to her as, or Anri, looked slightly surprised at Jason's words. She figured that he had no idea of what the King had done recently, and what his true intentions were. She was actually trying to defend the Dojo. By killing the Nameless King, who was...attacking. Lowering her lance for a moment, Anri tilted her head as if actually confused.[/i] "Um...he's going to kill everyone if you don't stop him. You...know that, right?" [i]Anri was speaking to Jason about the King's true intentions, her voice peaceful and kind. The King had remained where he was, about to charge towards Anri.[/i]

[i]Jason was simply just awoken by all the noise the Nameless Ässhole had made - without even having heard what he had said. Jason simply shrugged. [/i] "Oh really, now? Is that why ya came outta nowhere and tried to fückin' stab the prïck? Well, he is a bag o' dïcks.. You've been.. kind-er than him. Ya know what? Just 'cause ya sound nicer and haven't yelled at me.. [i]He threw his hands in the air with a shrug, walking over to Anri's side before turning to the Nameless King of Dïcks. [/i] "I'll help ya." [i]Yep. The Irish Texan but at the same time Russian dude decided to help Anri for those very simple reasons. [/i] "I ain't got me stuff, though, so I won't be as useful as I'd like."

[i]Snickering slightly, Anri shook her head as she began speaking once more, actually somewhat grateful that Jason had switched sides.[/i] "You could probably run into the Dojo, get your things, and get back out here. The fight would probably be over, but...you could." [i]Growling with rage, the Nameless King still waited in the same place, black obsidian eyes staring at his two opponents hatefully, his grip tightening on his spear.[/i]

[i]Jason just shrugged as he extended his open right hand at the shaft of the Nameless King's spear, planning on at least yanking it away so Anri had a window to attack.[/i] "Nah, lass. The best weapon a soldier has is himself." [i]And with those words, Jason's hand launched, accompanied by a loud bang. The open hand flew through the air like a goddamn rocket, a black rope-like thing string leading from the hand to Jason's arm.[/i] "And I also got me prosthetics to count on, ya know?"

[i]Unable to react, even though he had years of training, the grapple thing latched onto the King's spear, tugging it away from him slightly as he roared in rage. [/i] "I guess. Thanks." [i]Anri immediately charged, aiming the tip of her blade at the Nameless King's waist, who was still trying to tug his spear away.[/i]

[i]The metal hand's grip was very strong, fingers clenching around the shaft like a vice (oh baby) while the metallic rope was attempting to reel the hand in.[/i] "HAHAHAHAHAHAH! I GOT YA NOW, YA FÜCKIN' DÏCK WEED! EAT SHÏTE, YA GODDÄMN FÜCK! YA DON'T INSULT LI'L OL' JASON!" [i]The very vulgar man yelled at max power, his voice echoing through the Dojo and being heard from probably the other side of the planet. [/i]

[b]"YOU INC-"[/b] [i]The King could say no more, as Anri's blade penetrated through his armor and tore through his flesh, the tip protruding from the god's very back. He gasped in pain, falling over as Anri tore the sword out. She raised the blade up, the flames magnifying around it until it became a literal greatsword, the fire shaping it to look as if it was actually one.[/i] "...Off with your head." [i]Before the Nameless King could even raise his head, Anri suddenly slammed the blade down upon his neck, slicing it off completely. The god's body fell to the ground with a thud, his head rolling away as blood spilled upon the barren earth at Anri's feet.[/i] "Well. That was easy." [i]The knightess chuckled to herself, watching the King's head roll. His hand let go of the spear, and it slowly made its way to Jason, as he was still grappled to it.[/i]