This is my first Dirk and Jake story I've ever written, and I was listening to Skrillex and decided to put it up. Sorry if some stuff is wrong! It's an AU so...yeah.

Enjoy ◥▶◂◤

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN HOMESTUCK.

Dirk rises to his feet, his shoulders heavy and his head pounding. You're losing quite a bit of blood. Dirk shakes off the voice and staggers forth ignoring the pain in his side from his fractured ribs. Dirk, you don't have to go through with this on your own, back up is on it's way. A loud roar takes his attention away from the voice in his ear bud. The beast towering over him slammed it's fist into another building, more screaming panicked civilians rushing past Dirk in order to get away. His eyes searched once more for Jake before he turned his attention back to the beast, his heart thumping angrily in his chest.

"Hey!"

Dirk shouts. The beast turns and stares silently at him before slamming forward, bringing his fists down hard. Dirk flash-steps out of the way, then jumping on one of the balled fist and sprinting up the length of the arm with his katana drawn and ready to cause damage. His actions are cut short though by the beasts hand that slams him into the building to the side. He groans, blood slipping past his lips. He quickly searches around the beasts feet for Jake once more then grips the side of the broken wall he'd been slammed into and readies his feet to kick off. He eyes the beast with a bloody smirk, his shades cracked and falling apart. The beast swings his hand at Dirk in which he kick offs, flipping forward and landing on the beasts arm, again sprinting forth until jumping onto it's hideous green jawline and grabbing the skin as it stumbles about. Dirk looks over his shoulder quickly to find the hand just now coming back from the wall. He grabs the shard of his katana that'd stabbed his thigh and pulls it out quickly. He kicks off the jaw and lands on the cheek bone, stabbing just above the eye. Get out of there before you get yourself killed. How are you supposed to protect Jake if you're dead?

"Well he's most likely dead already, so shut up and let me concentrate."

Dirk responds back flipping into the air just as the hand of the beast flies at him. He lands against the wall of the slightly tilted building, keeping his weight against the wall and his feet turned at certain angles to hold him up. Fine, if you're not going to wait for back up, atleast lead him into the woods and away from the city. You two will be closer to the soldiers anyways. Dirk jumps to the nearest window, catching the window pane with only three fingers and slinging himself to the one below. He kicks off from that one directly at the beast. As he had planned, it swings it's arm and he curls into a ball as he collides. He's sent flying further through the city and he lands in a crouching position at the outer skirts of the woods. He looks over his shoulder to see the beast was right behind him, roaring and shouting at him. He takes off into the woods and the sound of trees breaking and splintering aware him that things are going as planned. Seriously though Dirk, don't get yourself killed. I still need you to repair me from our last battle with Caliborne.

"Maybe-you could-come show up er something-I'm kinda getting my ass kicked."

Dirk whispers as he slaunters against a tree, hiding on the opposite side that the beast was on. Dirk? Dirk Strider's getting his assed kicked? What about all your badassery? I thought that was why you went out to fight Caliborne on your own this time? Dirk rolls his head to the side, panting as he fights to stay on his feet.

"I did it because I knew Jake was in the area."

And you kind of failed on saving his ass huh?

Dirk sighs flicking the remaining shards of his shades off his face.

"Send me some new shades."

Alright. Dirk is barely able to catch them as they fall from the sky as he forced to leap forward from the destruction of the trees behind him. He uses one hand to catch himself from face planting then shifts his weight and flips heels over head swiftly to dodge another attack. He stands infront of Caliborne, his shades in place on his face and torn shirt barely hanging onto his shoulders. The beast towering over him roars angrily and slashes out at him.

"Send me another Katana."

Dirk jumping. In mid air he catches the blade that appears then takes off up the arm once landing. Dirk, judging on how many times you attempted approaching him in that manner, I doubt you'll have any luck this time. Seconds after Dirk is smacked off Calibornes shoulder and he crashes into the ground. He stumbles onto his feet, his shirt fluttering to his feet.

"Then what? Shall I invite him to a tea party?"

Haha, if it works.

"Just send me another shirt."

Oh, another shirt? I thought you said tea party not strip party. must be the connection. Dirk rolls his eyes and catches the shirt that flutters down from a few heads above. Another angry fist slams down in his direction and he back flips out of range. He lands on the ball of his feet as he squats. The katana laid horizontally before him as he slides his hand into the black tank top then pulled the hem over his stomach.

"Soldier! Step back!"

Dirk looks to his left at the bunch of soldiers with giant guns. He turns back to Caliborne, the question burning in his head. He quickly kicks off and slams head on into the beasts chest knocking him off balance. They both collapse as the bullets fly overhead. Dirk crawls up to Calibornes head and with his tiny hands he motions for the beast to leave.

"Before they kill you!"

They stare at each other for a second before another shout for Dirk to retreat breaks their concentration and Dirk is smacked away. Dirk looks up from where he lays and watches as the beast jumps onto his feet and makes a quick run for it. A couple soldiers dart after it but one in particular rushes over to Dirk and kicks at him.

"Bro, what the fuck!? First you try to take it on by yourself then you have some fucked up extraterrestial moment with the thing and tell it to run off!?"

Dirk props himself onto an elbow and looks away from his older brother. Dirk, I can assure you that Caliborne is not Jake. Though he usually only shows up where ever Jake is and he disappears. Dirk rolls his eyes and takes his brothers hand to stand.

"Have to admit though, for a new recruit, you're pretty good on you feet. Guess all your Japanese shit does come in hand."

Dave chuckles wrapping his arm around Dirks shoulders and walks him to one of the jeeps.