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[The video opens up on Ivar in the hallway of the hospital, sitting right outside a room. His free hand has a knife in it, fiddling round with it. Some might notice there's holes in the wall from where he's already stabbed through it a few times. He's got a grim look on his face and his eyes are hard, like someone facing a battle that they know they can't win.]

For those who care, Letha's in the hospital. Things aren't looking good. She's-- [There's a moment where something flickers over his face, an expression filled with pain and worry. Then he composes himself again.] --Something's gone wrong with her daughter, and according to the doctors, it's draining her life force. They don't know if they can fix what's wrong with her.

[For a moment, it appears that's all he's going to say. Then he turns and swiftly drives the knife into the wall again, burying the blade right up to its hilt. Well, Ivar wouldn't be himself without an irrational spike of anger.] Someone distract me before I kill one of these useless doctors.

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[Well... of all things, Dodger never seems to expect being attacked with fire. He's nearly done checking Brink's diagnostics, when he smells the smoke and glances at the door, realizing that there are flames licking at the bottom of it. What the fuck is that kid doing, does he want to burn the whole place down?

Dodger stumbles as he moves to mess with his mines, disconnecting the device that connects them to the doorlock and carefully resetting them as proximity mines. It only takes a couple of seconds, but every second is one less second to deal with getting the kid to stop whatever it is he's doing.

The smoke is filling up his room, and despite himself he coughs as he covers his face. The last time he was in an apartment fire had been... no, no no no he cannot risk thinking about that with a psychotic cripple on the other side of that door. Still, the memory staggers him as he glances around for a way to break the door without getting himself in the range of the trap. Shit, come on, Dodger, think...

He teleports closer, unlocking the door from his non-corporeal form and shoving himself back before it ends, fast enough that the trap can't detect him. Not a great move, but the best he can think of.]

Just open the fucking door, you idiot, it's not locked.

[Ivar will have heard the click, he'd know it was just unlocked... but he'll also know Dodger was able to touch it while it was burning. And Dodger can only pray he'll be able to force the fight back outside once the trap is set off, instead of risking his livelihood.]

[No one can ever say that Ivar has a stable mind. He's willing to risk burning down the entire complex just to get at one man. But he's also not stupid. Calculated risks, that's what he takes. When he hears the door unlock and Dodger yelling out, he smiles to himself. The first move on the chess board was a success.

Since Ivar can't exactly kick the door open like he wants to, especially since it's still pretty hot, he gestures for Skinfaxi to do it. However, he must have failed to ask the Pokemon professor some of the biology of a Ponyta. Their hooves are ten times harder than diamonds and Skinfaxi pretty much knocks the door right off its hinges. Well, that's one way to make an entrance.

Ivar is sitting there, axe in hand, looking spitting mad, and flanked by two very colorful horse Pokemon. He's expecting Dodger has probably prepared him a nasty welcome, but Ivar is far past caring. He's here for one reason only and that's to give Dodger the full force of a Viking's vengeance.]

[Smart he may be, but strategy and anger rarely coincide without consequences. And, unfortunately for Ivar, this works perfectly into Dodger's hands.

He dodges backward as the door slams into the floor, Brink following with a bark of shock. But as Ivar advances, the mines shoot off as expected - two darts of the most powerful fear-based hallucinogenic Dodger could concoct are shot into Ivar's neck, and drain into him in a manner of seconds.

Dodger isn't risking his equipment and notes for this fight, though, so a moment later he's moved forward, grabbing the wheel of Ivar's chair and the throat of the electric zebra and teleporting them down onto the hallway of the third floor. That leaves Brink alone with the fire pony... but that's likely safer than leaving him with the electric one. He may not know much about electronics, but he does know he doesn't want Brink short-circuiting. And they've discussed this plan many times, so he knows Brink will be trying to herd the creature into the stairwell to be killed with its master.

This time, he isn't stupid enough to waste time getting him out of his wheelchair.. he's probably faster on his hands, anyway. Instead, he concentrates on grabbing the zebra and teleporting a few feet away so Ivar can't stop him from slamming it against the nearest wall.]

[The darts pump something into Ivar's neck before he can stop them. He takes a moment to yank them out, briefly wondering what it was. He's going to pay for that very soon. But right now he's got the rest of this fight to focus on.

Good thing Ivar's flexible. In chess, one should always have alternative strategies to fall back on should the initial attacks fail. He's expecting an attack involving teleporting somehow. What he's not expecting is for Dodger to take his electric horse Pokemon with him, leaving Skinfaxi to deal with the robotic dog-computer on his own.

Before he can recover, Hrimfaxi's crumpling into a heap against the wall. Oh, he'd had it. It was one thing to attack him, but to attack his Pokemon? Now that was just a line that should not have been crossed. Before Dodger can teleport away again, Ivar's already slipped out of his wheelchair, crawled over to him, and stabbed him in the right foot with a knife. He looks over at his downed Blitzle and hopes she's not quite done yet.]

Hrimfaxi, þrymja unnr!

[He calls out in Old Norse. Dodger can't possibly know the translation. The little zebra's eyes are closed and it appears she's down for the count. Then her mane starts to flash and her blue eyes glow as they open back up, rather looking like her master's angry blue stare for a moment. It's the only sign before the hallway lights up with electricity, giant bolts of lightning suddenly coming to life inside the building. The bulbs all running along the ceiling completely shatter, showering glass down on everyone. Suddenly, the words are much more clear. Hrimfaxi, thunder wave!]

[Jesus christ, this is getting way more out of hand than their first fight. Dodger is starting to realize exactly how much this kid is willing to risk just to hurt him, and it's... chilling.

There's no warning for what the zebra's doing, so Dodger is left pinned and shocked by the knife in his foot, crouching to shield himself from the falling glass. Jesus fuck... well, if the kid wants to play with fire, he's not about to hold back.

Dodger grabs Ivar's wrist to pull the knife out, his skin so hot it nearly glows - hot enough to char his arm braces, before he shoves him away and teleports backward again, to give himself space to charge. He's staggered by the pain in his foot but still stubbornly stands, both of his hands moving out to his sides as balls of flame form in them. He had gone easy on the kid before, setting a rule for himself not to bother with fire, but he is far, far past that point - and his entire being seems to be glowing hot now, enough that his skin is turning a pale white and emitting a fair amount of light on his own in the darkened room.

And Ivar had better be ready to dodge, because he now has a shower of fireballs to avoid.]

[What Jamie failed to understand, and always had, was the reckless and furious nature that Ivar fought with. Like all Vikings, he had no concept of giving up, or any fear of death. There was only the idea of winning in his mind, making Dodger hurt with all that he had within him.

He's waiting to see what will come next and Dodger doesn't disappoint him. He's never seen his fire powers before, but far from being scared, Ivar's merely a little surprised. He sheathes his knife, taking the axe out instead. He points it at Dodger.]

You've been holding out on me.

[Then it becomes a matter of using what limited mobility he has to avoid the rain of fireballs coming towards him. Hrimfaxi stays where she is, wanting to help, but unsure what to do. Ivar's faster than he looks, but even he can't avoid all of them. One lands on his shoulder and immediately erupts into flame, licking away at his clothing and skin. He beats it out, and as the next one comes forth, Ivar grips his axe, batting it away with the blade itself.]

If that's all you've got, I'm not impressed. You couldn't kill a stringy rabbit, let alone me.

[Now that he's charged, he doesn't have to worry about keeping his distance from Ivar. Instead, he teleports closer, dropping to pin the kid down on his belly. One of his hands grips the arm that's holding that axe, and the other grips his back to hold him down, burning a hole through his clothing and scarring him with a handprint under his shoulderblade. THe hand on his axe is just steadying it, but the one on his back is hot enough to melt the skin, and there's a sick grin on his face as he smells Ivar's blood evaporating from it. At least he won't be bleeding out, as the wound cauterizes once Dodger lets his temperature go down. His hand leaves Ivar's back to instead grab his hair, yanking his head up for Dodger to growl at him.]

Say hi to your fucking gods, you crippled piece of shit.

[Hopefully Hrimfaxi can think of something to do, because Dodger is yanking that ax out of Ivar's hand and aiming it at his head. Though... Skinfaxi will likely be on his way too, having presumably defeated Brink upstairs.]

[Ivar is reminded of how much power Dodger's mutation gives him. The sound of the sizzling of his own flesh is drowned out only by his screams. He fights to stay conscious as his body starts to go into shock, unable to deal with this much injury. He almost misses Dodger's taunt as a peculiar dripping noise starts up. It sounds like water. How strange.

Then he hears it. A clopping sound, hooves striking the floor. Ivar looks defiantly at Dodger.]

Tell them yourself, you worthless mutt.

[Then he pulls a knife out of his vest, reversing the grip on it so that he can slash at the arm holding the axe. Almost simultaneously, Skinfaxi bodily slams into Dodger, driving him away from his master.

Skinfaxi is not a brave Pokemon. He's nervous and skittish, shy around new people, only fully trusting Ivar. But even he has a breaking point as Brink had just discovered. Hurting his master had made the fire horse discover his courage. He drives Dodger right into the wall, flames burning brightly all over his body.

Ivar whistles Hrimfaxi over. Using her as a prop, Ivar gets up as far as his knees can support him. He looks coldly at Dodger. He can think of no better punishment then what's about to happen.]

Skinfaxi, get out of there!

[Once he's clear, he turns to his Blitzle.]

Hrimfaxi, shock him with another Thunder Wave.

[She whinnies in reply, her white mane pulsing with energy. The charge grows and grows, the air charged with electricity. Then she fires a pure white bolt of lighting directly at Dodger.]

[Fuck.

He had barely gotten his bearings from the horse whacking him into the wall (how much power was that little colt packing??) when the lightning hits him, and the lightning leaves him screaming in pain as it courses through him. Dodger has never been burnt before, he can't be burnt... and perhaps that why it doesn't do as much damage as it could. But it does leave him clinging to consciousness, breathing in short, shocked gasps as his ears ring and lights pop across his vision.

He's down for the count, and fully open to attacks... but that's far from his mind as he starts to fade in and out of awareness.]

[The moment Eddie gets the message from Brink, he springs into action. There's no pause to think about it or question whether the message is legitimate - Eddie had met Brink, and more than that, he'd met Ivar and Dodger. There's no question in his mind that what Brink is telling him is true, and he doesn't even need to listen to the entire recording to be up and on his way to the door, pulling on his gun belt and loosening the holster so he can draw quickly.

It takes about 10 minutes by car with his sirens on to get to the communal housing building, and while he's en route he contacts 911, gets the medical services on the way, and by the time he's there, he's just finished with the operator. Drawing his weapon, he slips inside, skips the elevator for the stairs, going up two at a time eyes narrowed, breath coming a little fast as he slips through the door into the hallway of the third floor.

He smells the scene of the fight before he sees it, smoke and the scent of burning flesh and blood, and wrinkles his nose, wincing as he heads down the hallway. The dread starts to set in when he hears the sound of someone screaming, a whinny and then the creepy zapping noise of an electric shock and more screaming, another voice this time. Eddie bursts out through the smoke as Dodger crumples to the ground, and he trains his gun on the animal - like a horse, black with strange ribbon-shaped patterns in white, spiky hair, like nothing he's ever seen before. Blue eyes flicking between the two combatants, Eddie speaks, his hands shaking just slightly, his voice rough from the smoke.]

Police! Hands where I can see them, both of you!

[Ivar picks up his axe from where Dodger dropped it on the ground. There's a vicious, feral look of triumph on his face, even as he ignores the water that's now creeping down the hallways. Where is it coming from? Did they burst a pipe during their fight?]

I told you I was going to bury you in the ground.

[Dodger shouldn't have underestimated Ivar. He was very, very clever and willing to win at any cost. It was a deadly combination. Time to take down the king on the chessboard. He viciously throws the axe for a killing blow at Dodger's chest, hearing someone yelling behind him at almost the same moment.

His eyes slide over to Eddie with waiting to see if he's scored a hit and his mood sours. Law enforcement. Just what he needs. So much easier where he's from. There, killing a man isn't worth much more than a slap on the wrist. If anyone deserved to die, it was Dodger.]

Don't you shoot my horses.

[After being horribly burned, pumped full of fear toxin, and having just tried to kill a man, Ivar's got odd priorities. His animals just saved his life and he's not going to see their loyalty being repaid with getting bullets through their heads. Unaware of why Eddie is yelling at them, they move closer to Ivar, looking to their master for what they're supposed to do.]

[Dodger's consciousness is fading in and out, but he can definitely tell this is going horribly horribly wrong. Brink should be here. His door was left open, wasn't it? What if it was still smoldering... if anything caught fire in there...

...There's an ax aimed at him. He moves to teleport himself, but just turns briefly invisible, reappearing again as the ax embeds itself into the wall just by his head. Far from a perfect shot, but... still impressive for a man suffering from a third degree burn, and enough to make him fear for his life...

...He blinks again and suddenly someone else is there, but his ears are still ringing and he can't seem to make out more than the word "hands". Hands? His hands are twitching, in some vain attempt to show a sign of surrender, but... they barely leave the ground. Every movement sends spasms of pain through him...

...Dodger is slumping slightly as he tries to move, still twitching in horribly arrhythmic ways as he attempts to stay coherent and awake.]

[It all seems to happen in a split second - Eddie dodges forward, as if he could throw the ax off course, keep it from hitting Dodger. Because the truth is, Eddie is a good person, and Dodger is a human being, one that he doesn't want to die, because Eddie doesn't really want anyone to die. The lunge is instinctive, Eddie holsters his gun in a second, jerks forward, hands extended, and even as Dodger fizzles invisible for just a second, just long enough for the ax to stick into the wall behind him, Eddie feels a distinct tingling heat around the palms of his hands, his fingers, light and warm, like an electric shock.

Abruptly, a disc of dark blue energy, semi-transparent, hovers in front of his hands, and he goes to one knee beside Dodger's prone body, glancing up at Ivar through the energy shield, eyes wide, probably more shocked than anyone else here by the appearance of it. What he doesn't realize is that his eyes are glowing, the white, iris, and pupil all replaced by a vibrantly bright cobalt blue coloured energy that flickers and sparks.]

I'm not going to shoot your horses. Just...just keep them behind you, still, and show me your hands. Medical services are on the way, just don't move.

[Eddie glances down when he sees dodger try to move, his hands twitching slightly, and it's obvious he's in no shape to move. Eddie's hands are shaking a little, and when he glances at his hands, it's like he can see the bones through the flesh, they're glowing so much with energy. It's hot and staticky, and in a bit of a panic at what's happening, he releases and the shield disappears.

Glancing down, he starts looking over Dodger, who seems to be the more seriously injured of the two of them. Hands still trembling, he pulls at Dodger's clothing a little, looking for the worst of the wounds, the glow mostly fading from his eyes and hands as he shoots occasional glances up at Ivar.]

[Ivar's still hoping that Dodger might just drop dead from the amount of damage he's taken, but apparently, his luck isn't that strong today. At least he can take utter satisfaction in that he finally came out on top. He's proven he could kill this man if he really wanted to.

If Eddie hadn't shown up, he'd already be carving Dodger up into little pieces by now. Really, he didn't need all ten fingers, did he?

Then a bunch of odd, glowy stuff starts to happen, and Ivar finds himself reaching for another knife. It's not that he feels intimidated by what's going on. That's just his natural reaction to something new with his adrenaline still up and the fear toxin spreading throughout his system. It won't be long now until he's scared out of his mind by imaginary water surrounding him.]

...Have you always been able to do that?

[He's pretty sure Eddie hasn't been, though with all the strange powers people seem to possess around here, what does Ivar know? His horses pick up on his agitation, shifting back and forth on their hooves as they watch the other two men. He shifts around so he can sit down rather than propping himself up on his hands. Ivar makes a motion for them to stand behind him. Really, leaning against Skinfaxi's legs is the only thing even keeping him upright at this point.

He speaks to his horse Pokemon, calming them down after the battle they've just been subject to. He couldn't ask for any better animals to be by his side. Ivar was only alive because of them.]

He's a friend. He won't hurt me. You two relax now. It's all over. Minn góðr eða hollr hestrs. [My good and loyal horses.]

[Dodger is going to assume Eddie's always been able to do that, until proven otherwise.. it would sort of explain some things, honestly. If he's a mutant... maybe that explains what the fuck is up with him being so nice.

He's unconscious for a moment, and when he comes back to he sees Eddie checking him over... what an oddly familiar sight. It puts a crooked smirk on his face as he watches him with an expression that's clearly not all there.

There are actually burns and bruises across his skin... something that is only possible for him under the effects of lightning. The worst is on his back, but Eddie will still be able to see some of it around his stomach. A cut through his foot, a slash on his arm, but mostly bruises from getting chucked around. And at least one of his ribs is definitely cracked from getting hit by the fire pony.]

[When Ivar asks if he's always been able to do that, Eddie's head jerks up, and then he glances down at Dodger, who's lying on the floor barely conscious, his eyes half-open and a little smile on his face. Neither of them is going to be able to fight him right now, so he shakes his head, glancing up at Ivar.]

No, I haven't always been able to do that. But I can do it now.

[He takes a deep breath, and glances down at Dodger, shifting his attention now that Ivar is talking to his horses, and Eddie can hear him saying that he's a friend, that he won't hurt him. That makes things easier, means he can let his guard down when it comes to Ivar and focus on dealing with Dodger.

Brows furrowing, he focuses on the shield thing and releasing it - a moment later, it dissipates, in a rush, and he can feel a bit of energy flowing back into himself. It's strange, that feeling, but he files it away for later, turning his attention to Dodger.]

I see you smiling, Jamie Dodger, are you able to respond?

[Gently, Eddie starts looking Dodger over, doing a quick assessment of his injuries and then peeling back the fabric where he finds blood.]

[Clearly, Ivar's won this round, but he's out of opportunities to take Dodger down permanently. The adrenaline is wearing off, leaving the Viking in immense pain, mainly from the burn left on his shoulder. Then there's the water. It's coming up, slowly filling the hallway, but definitely there.

He needs to get away from it. Eddie can take care of Dodger, though hopefully the bastard's brain got completely fried from the lightning. He's beginning to feel panic rise up within him. If the water gets too high, he could drown in only four feet of it, unable to escape.

While Eddie is busy looking over Dodger, Ivar is taking the opportunity to slowly crawl away, heedless of his injuries. His horses follow, patiently allowing Ivar to lean against their legs when he's too exhausted to manage more than a few steps at a time.]

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cw for anyone stalking: seriously gross levels of violence.

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break it up break it up.

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