"Okay, seriously, this is starting to tick me off." Jet grunted. For about a half hour he has been hard at work climbing up the bridge that still hung loosely to the cliff. He just had no idea how much farther he had to climb. He was sure he at least by now climbed almost 200 feet. How much further can a bloody rope bridge go? Still, that didn't make him give up or rest one bit. He had an objective and nothing was going to be placed between him and it. As he thought about it he probably should also be concerned with Virginia. She was all alone now that he was down here. He was the slightest bit worried about her. He did have his own concerns to face right now so he did not have the time to think about her. As far as he knew she was safe, and he was the one in danger. He was one slip-up away from certain death—that or he would fall some and catch the bridge and he would have even further to climb.
The thought of having to climb farther sort of made him cringe. HE WAS NOT ABOUT TO CLIMB ANYMORE THAN HE HAS TOO! Deciding that he should pick up his speed Jet climbed with the agility of a monkey—had there been such a thing as a monkey on Filgaia or this Inner-Filgaia.
It was a weird sensation that went through him when his hand touched earth. Actual earth! Ground! He nearly pissed his pants he was so excited. Though, it was not a 'Jet' move to make so he did not pee his pants. No, instead he simply climbed up and collapsed on his back on the rock. It may not be comfortable, but at least he didn't have to hold himself in place there.
After a few minutes of gaining good air and letting out the bad he turned his head. Black hair. That was what he could make out. On closer inspection he noticed that it was not hair, but rather a bloody corpse. His eyes shot wide. What the Hell did he just walk into? "Ah, what the...I stepped in something!" He roared as he stood and wiped his feet free of whatever squishy thing he had stepped in. Possibly a liver he figured.
Then it donned on him on what he was actually looking at. It was what was left of May. He did not know it was May, but he still stumbled upon it in any case. "Who...What's going on here?" He muttered. "Man, you die for a half-hour and you miss out on all the good stuff." He made his way forward only to run into something tall and hard. Falling on his butt roughly Jet looked up at what he hit in irritation. "What...the...Oh, shit."
Before him stood a lanky man of nine feet and with broad shoulders. A man who he could not fully make out in the dark of the Inner-Filgaia night. He just knew it was something and he was not liking it. "You...kill sister May?" The near-giant uttered.
"Uh, what? What's a May?" Jet wondered in shock. He remembered Asgard, and he did not even think that golem was as tall. He had never seen something in humanoid shape so tall. "Uh, you...don't mean," He pointed to the corpse out of the way. "That...mess do you?"
"That mess is my sister! How dare you? You kill her and then insult her!" The tall man roared and Jet was almost sure that he saw a bit of flame in his mouth and eyes. "I swear on my name, March of the Sun, that you will pay for disgracing my family!" With that an uncountable number of kunai knife were flung outwards and Jet was left to deftly maneuver them. What luck, Jet only took four in his body out of many. One in his right arm, one in his back, one in his left leg, and one in his right butt cheek. At least it hit the meaty one.
Jet pulled each out quickly and gave March a gaze with equal intensity. "I just climb up that far and now you make it so I can't sit? That's it! You're so bloody dead!" With that Jet just pounced like a tiger and took March down to the ground. Following the tackle Jet went berserk—ala 'A Christmas Story'—and beat the living snot out of the tall man. When he was finally out of breath Jet retreated. "You don't...do...that...to Jet End...Enduro." He said gasping for air. He put a little too much into his attacks.
Unfortunately, March stood back up which brought a sigh and groan from the gray haired man. "You will not get away with killing my sister."
"Look idiot, I didn't kill your damn sister!" Jet protested. "Now back off! I'm too tired for this shit."
March continued to attack tossing numerous shuriken stars out at Jet who again dodges each—this time not getting hit (There were less). March simply moved forward slowly and swung his fists together for Jet. Jet scurried between the tall man's legs and drew his ARM while on his back. Without a thought Jet let loose a Gatling attack giving March's hindside as much bullets he could get out.
Jet knew he was the victor and smirked. Unfortunately as he lied there he failed to notice that March was falling backward. At the last moment Jet's eyes shot wide and he tried to roll away. It was too late.
"Bastard!" Was all that could be heard for miles around following the defeat of March.