Michael Makes the First Move, analyzing his opponent; he notices his disadvantage when it comes to strength and his already wounded body. However, if he can take away Jason's advantage- his long range- then they might be even.
This decided, Michael takes the initiative, launching himself at Jason's chest and in between Jason's range of motion with the kitchen knife striking a hard blow to Jason's ribs.
Then, as Jason is recovering his breath, Michael disarms him with a powerful blow to the elbow that sends the machete tumbling uselessly onto the grassy floor of the forest
Jason grunts in annoyance, the blow to the ribs long forgotten as he clutches the intruders head between his scarred and furious hands. Cracks resonate from Michael's skull even as Michael pounds away at Jason's neck and shoulders like a jackhammer.
Normally, these blows would be like that of a fly swatter, merely irritating. However Michael's strength is gaining some ground as Jason's grip loosens slowly but surely; his heavy breathing the only sign of his struggle.
Michael takes this opportunity to headbutt Jason, successfully freeing himself from the titan's grip. Michael's hands feel empty without his treasured knife that was thrown from the car, but he makes do with a sharp piece of shrapnel and jabs it into the depths of Jason's mask.
Blood flows sluggishly from Jason's eye sockets as he tears desperately at his face, momentarily blinded.
Grabbing the bloodied machete as he goes, the woods envelop Michael, who knows this is not a proper battle ground, if it wishes to win, it must find a proper weapon.
Jason is not far behind him, as he tears the jagged piece of metal out of his socket with the sound of tearing flesh accompanying the action; his gaze searches for his machete instinctively and is disappointed when he discovers it gone from where he had last seen it.
At that moment, a fury envelops Jason like never before, waves of aggression and determination fueling him for the next encounter. It wasn't going to be a long wait, he would make sure of it.
Michael moves silently through the unfamiliar forest, his gaze wary and alert for any buildings or supplies that he could use to his advantage the next time he runs into the hockey masked behemoth from his earlier encounter. Although bloodied and bruised, his wounds are already beginning to regenerate, his strength remaining at its zenith even with injuries that should have crippled him. But it wasn't human now was it? The animals fall silent and flee into the shrubbery as the inhuman beasts prowl the woods, each armed with different qualities that made them lethal to everyone and everything in their paths; especially now that these two forces of nature were about to meet.
Michael, who by all means is wandering aimlessly in this unfamiliar terrain, finally finds himself in a clearing inhabited by two ramshackle buildings. Each structure is slowly decaying into the earth as time and lack of use take their toll upon the man made structures. Interest peaked, he makes sure to lodge the machete into a nearby tree before stepping inside the larger structure; held up by little more than rotting planks of wood. The door creaks open on rusty hinges, an eerie squeal resonating within the walls as its shadow is outlined in the doorway. Moving swiftly and with purpose, it begins its' search for a weapon more suited to its abilities. Boxes filled with garden tools and useless personal valuables are tossed to the ground in a clatter as it searches for the thing that will meet its needs and gain an advantage. Moments later, silence once again blankets the small space as it raises a sharpened hunting knife closer to its gaze to inspect it. Satisfied, it steps over the debris it had thrown to the ground and exits, knife glinting cruelly in the light.
The moment the intruder exits the abandoned tool shed, Jason swings his reclaimed machete with a force that would slash a mortal in half; anger glowing behind his dark eyes. To his chagrin however, the man catches the movement in his peripheral vision and ducks instinctively. The machete flies harmlessly over the intruder's head, even as the man lunges forwards. The impact hardly jars Jason, instead, he begins slamming the base of his machete against the mystery man's skull like a hammer. A low grunt is all he gets in response as the emotionless masked man shoves him back with impressive strength. Not even Freddy could move the mountain of muscle in his previous fight. With a speed that is incomprehensible to Jason, the masked man slashes at his chest and heart in a rapid succession, pushing him backwards as blood sprays the air before staining the grass. Growling, Jason counters and headbutts Michael. The man stumbles back a few steps before regaining his wits, but that's all the time Jason needs; his machete flashes through the air with deadly precision, and imbeds itself in the intruder's already wounded stomach. Twisting the blade with cruel satisfaction, Jason watches with pleasure as the masked man hunches over slightly, wounds reopening as fresh blood spills onto the ground. Within the next few seconds however, the man strikes back-blade embedding itself in Jason's shoulder and chest.
The two beasts separate, each wounded and weary of the other; Michael constantly tilting his head in thought as he takes the reprieve to calculate what his opponent may do next. Jason meanwhile is thinking over what his previous scuffles had taught him; he knew that the pale man was much faster, seemed smarter, and was experienced with multiple weapons. However, he had the advantage of range; and if he used this right, he might be able to gain the high ground.
This is something it was not expecting, another being so much like it, yet oh so different. The only way it could overpower this huge behemoth is through speed and intellect; there has to be a weakness to this being.
Taking the initiative, Michael throws his knife into its opponents heart, taking the moment to punch Jason squarely across the face-a crack resonating from both the mask and Jason's skull as he stumbles backwards. Another strike to the ribs and the nose effectively leaves Jason dazed. Ripping the machete from Jason's large hands, Michael skewers the blade through the immortal beings heart; momentarily stopping Jason in his tracks as blood gushes from underneath his hockey mask. Raspy breathing resounds from behind Michael's emotionless mask as he gazes down at the killer before him, still alive despite his heart being fatally wounded. This is all new to Michael, it has never before met another like it: immortal, powerful beyond explanation, and evil to the core. It is quite fascinating to the emotionless being.
Quickly recovering, Jason gets back on his feet and thunders towards Michael, a fire raging behind his eyes; Michael raises his knife in preparation, but Jason's machete gets there first. Blade meets skull as the force of the swing snaps Michael's head back, blood pouring from the gash; Michael's eyes close, limp body now sprawled out on the grass as his blood runs out onto the grass, Jason defiantly standing over his motionless opponent in apparent victory. Grunting contentedly, Jason turns back towards his home in the woods, machete slung lazily over his shoulder; confident that the annoyingly durable masked man was now dead.
Unbeknownst to Jason, the other rises creepily into a sitting position, black eyes shining in the light with a dangerous glint; It won't be bested again, it has a plan.