Shattering the mountain

As if on cue, Jason heard a surprised yell off to the side, making him and the other surviving knights' glance over to the right. Thoros burning sword had landed just between Sandor and Gregor, the blade embedded into the dirt. The two had seemingly been locked in a personal battle for most of the Melee, being equally matched. Sandor still wore his hound helmet which hid his face, yet from the way he tensed up around the burning sword hinted a fear for the flames coming off the weapon.

Gregor, however, was unfazed as he'd howl out, snapping Sandor out of that fearful state as his brother swung his blunted blade up. The Hound quickly raised his own large sword up, bracing himself for the powerful blow. He partly blocked the strike as the blunted sword broke his guard and uppercut his helmet, knocking it off his head and drawing a painful crack to the scarred man's jaw. He'd tumble to the ground, panting and growling from the pain, struggling to get up as his brother loomed over him.

"You've become weak Sandor. A little fire had you cowering." Gregor mocked as he pointed to the sword just as the fire covering it sputtered out. "Should just kill you…put such disgrace aside…"

"Then do it, you bastard!" Sandor cursed out, suddenly turning about to swing his sword up at the towering knight. Gregor caught Sandor's arm with one large hand stopped the attack with ease. Despite his toughness and strong armour, Sandor yelled in pain as the gauntlet on his forearm was being crumbled under that powerful grasp. Soon the Hound was forced to let go of his sword, unable to stop the brutal disarming.

"Nah…killing you be boring. You at least give me a challenge whenever you get the balls to face me." The Mountain laughed under his helmet while Sandor howled as his metal bracer started to dent under the unhuman grip, starting to crush the man's arm. "A broken arm should do…"

"Let him go."

Gregor snapped his head up, glancing to the left to see who had spoken up to him. He'd see Jason standing nearby, those yellow eyes staring unblinkingly at him.

"You again? You have a habit butting in when unwanted…" The Mountain growled.

"Let Sandor go Gregor. You've bested him."

"Shut up Surgebinder! I don't need you-uggh!" Sandor bit back the pain as his brother squeezed harder down at the forearm, ready to snap it on a moment's notice.

"He may be a failure, but he's right Surgebinder. This doesn't involve you…"

"Maybe so…" Jason stepped forward, sword up at the ready. "Yet the Melee is still going and no one seems eager to fight either of us." Indeed the lingering knights were either battling each other or just watching in shock at what was happening before them, as Jason directly challenging the mountain. "You are a weakling who relies on fear and brutality to have their way. I'm not afraid of you…if anything even the most pathetic fat cunt is more fearsome then you."

"Fat cunt?!...What the fuck is a fat cunt?!" Gregor snarled before roughly let go of Sandor's arm. He'd follow it up with a strong kick the fallen man's side, knocking the Hound a few feet aside and stunning him. Standing tall, he'd hold up his giant sword with one hand, giving an angered growl under his barreled helmet. "You freak…forget the rules. I'll break you in half. See how righteous you are when you are dead!" He'd heft up his blunted great sword high, roaring out as he'd swing it down at Jason's neck. The attack was fast with the strength in those arms and weight of the weapon, no doubt being powerful enough to knock someone's head off. For the Surgebinder though the attack was slow as he'd glance at the nearing blade, ducking under it at the last second before shuffling to the left side of the giant.

The powerful left swing made the giant of a man unbalanced, not expecting the Surgebinder to be agile enough to avoid such a sudden attack. Jason sword slashed out at the Mountain's exposed side, the enchanted steel blade striking directly across, however it didn't slice fully through armour like past opponents. The Mountain grunted from the hit and backstepped, giving the Surgebinder a short chance to see the damage done. The meteorite steel had sliced through the plate, revealing multiple layers to the special design armour, chain and harden leather. It is a miracle for any man to move wearing so much and he couldn't imagine how hot it must get as well.

Gregor roared in anger as he'd twist about, left armoured hand swinging out, the backhand no doubt as strong as a hammer. Jason brought his sword up to guard it, grunting as blocking it made him skid backwards, but he was quick to move as that great sword neared him again. He sidestepped and weaved around the towering warrior, circling behind him as he tried to find a weak spot among that dense armour. After all, even the tougher protection be it armour of men or the hide of a monster had gaps to it. When he checked around he'd see that the back of the armour joints from the knees, ankles, shoulders and elbows were more lightly armoured, only having chainmail or leather at those points to allow movement.

"Stop dancing and face me!" The Mountain continued his wide attacks, trying to use the great reach of his weapon to force Jason back. A normal fighter would try to put as much distance between the man's blade and lashing fists, yet the Surgebinder continued to avoid each powerful attach with ease. Shifting to Gregor's right side, he'd suddenly give a short leap as he bashed the toughed hilt of his sword against the side of the man's head, making a resounding clang echo out and a pained cry escapes from the Mountain.

Gregor lashed out again with fist and sword blindly, Jason continuing to avoid them while he looped around. Once more he leapt, hilt striking the head again, this time denting the side of that barrel helm. Once more an echoing bang and pained cry. "Fucking…grrahhh! Stop that!" The Surgebinder didn't relent as he'd duck under a straight punch then rose up to suddenly grab at the armoured collar. Yanking Gregor forward as he'd give two crossing blows with the sword hilt and pommel, warping the metal visor and further denting the helm with the raw strength behind each strike.

Despite the stunning blows, Gregor's toughness was put on display as he'd endure the ringing pain and give a strong left jab right at the Surgebinder's chest. Jason realized the man's move and leapt back, though got the blunt of that fist to the gut. Grunting out, he was knocked a few feet back yet maintained his footing. He'd grasp at his stomach, he'd take deep steady breaths as he'd stare down the man. The force of that blow feeling like getting butted by a Cohort or Fiend, showing just how freakishly strong the man was.

"Ruined my…gah! Damn helmet!" Grasped at the dented helm, he'd struggle to get it off because of the damage done to it. Jason stood back, giving the brute a chance to at least remove his damaged helmet. Once it was thrown aside, Gregor's look of pure rage was fully shown across his gruff reddened face, eyes bloodshot from frustration from the ringing pain in his head.

"Having trouble Mountain? Head aching after that?" He knew the man was no doubt suffering intense headaches because of his abnormal size. Even if he was drugged up, it left him sensitive to head blows. With him mentally pained and angered, he'd be more unfocused and clumsy.

"Going to…kill you…crush your head…" Gregor grunted, teeth-gritting together as he strained against throbbing pain in his skull.

Jason tensed up again for another attack as the Mountain lifted his greatsword for a slamming blow, trying to crush the Surgebinder with the blunted blade. The Surgebinder moved at the last second as the weapon came crashing down, lunging at the left side of the man. Gregor was too addled to react quickly as Jason twisted about to put his full strength behind his next attack. Honed mutant strength and special steel sliced through the exposed back calf and knee with ease, cutting through the man's thick muscles with ease.

Gregor growled out in pain, his react quite subdued for such a deep crippling wound. He'd slump forward, planting his sword into the ground to brace his body up as the armour began to weigh on him from the lack of leg support.

"Just cut the muscle fibre in your leg and knee. Recoverable. You won't be able to stand or move properly with that injury for quite some time. Yield." Jason calmly stated, flicking the blood off his sword.

"Lier. Just a flesh wound…" Gregor panted as he'd suddenly shift upward, grunting as his badly cut leg buckled, seemingly support him.

The Surgebinder had a surprise hint show in his eyes, seeing the man ignore a quite grievous injury. Perhaps the man was that addicted to pain killers that his body was numbed to such injuries. It is one explanation of the claims of being invincible. "Idot…Give up. Don't make me cripple you."

Ignoring the warnings Gregor yelled out as he'd turnabout and swung his blade, going for a low sweep at the Surgebinder's legs. Leaping over the attack, he'd quickly roll to the man's right, drawing out Dragon Fang with his left hand for an up-close attack. The mountain flexed his arm back, trying to drive his elbow and shoulder backwards to stroke, though only giving Jason an easier target. That sharp dagger sunk right into the nook of his elbow, stabbing through thick flesh and muscle until the very tip pierced through the other end.

Roaring out, Gregor lashed out with his left fist, forcing Jason to withdraw, but the damage was done. The Mountain seemed unfazed with the injury, even as his body showed just how damaged it had become. His arm became limp, struggling to hold the blade up now as his elbow could hardly flex upward.

"Give up," Jason growled as he paced about the towering man, sheathing Dragon Fang after brushing the blood off of its gleaming blade.

"Fuck you!" Gregor just switched the blade to his left hand, once more lashing out with fearsome strength still. It was futile as the attack was avoided and Jason flanked him after a quick dodge. Grasping his sword with both hands, he'd tense for a powerful strike, decided to try rending through the back of the plate armour. The Mountain tried to turn about to defend or force back, taking too long to react meteorite steel-cut across the left shoulder and back. Plate and chain armour was sliced through, along flesh and muscle. It took much of Jason's self-control to stop the blow from cleaving into the warrior's spine.

This time the giant howled in true pain before he tumbled, his injuries overcoming even him. His grip on his sword loosened as he laid on his back, blood lightly marking across the grass. Jason loomed over the man, fierce yellow gaze looking at that stubborn face. The watching knights were dead silent, openly gawking at battle's outcome. Jason at last could hear the nearby crowds cheering and calling out in the distance. No doubt they were going wild after what they had just witnessed as the Mountain was seemingly bested.

"It's over Gregor," Jason muttered as he looked back down at the giant.

Suddenly the man's left arm twitched and swung out, sweeping for Jason's legs. If it had been anyone else they would have easily been tripped over, but a Surgebinder's reflexes were far too honed for such a trick. His steel heeled boot stomped down on the man's armoured wrist, a crack is heard as the joint fractured. Gregor yelled from the crushing pain while an intense scowl crossed Jason's face, annoyed at the man's persistence.

"Heh…you enjoy it…" Gregor chuckled between deep breaths. "Hurting others…your eyes show it!"

Jason was silent, his answer being his boot grinding down more on the man's wrist.

"Doesn't change a thing…I'll kill you…don't matter how…"

At that point, the boot twisted, a snap following as the wrist was then broken in one move. Gregor groaned out in pain, body shaking from the shock.

"You won't hurt anyone else ever again at this rate." Jason moved his foot off the limp limb taking a deep breath as he calmed himself.

"Finish it then! Kill me…because I swear I'll gut you…and everyone you fucking care for!" Gregor yelled before giving a crooked grin. "Maybe I'll find that..."

Jason gave an odd look, confused at what Gregor meant.

"Heh…your fucking little friend. Light …whatever…the one I heard rumours about. I'll show him…"

The Mountain didn't get to finish his cruel threat as a spiked studded glove soon crushed down at his face. With two powerful punches, there'd be a sickening crack and gush of blood as Jason broke the man's nose, maybe even cracking the right cheek considering the buckled look it had. That blow shut the giant up as he'd lay very still, having at last fallen unconscious. Jason winced a bit as he flexed his grip, surprised at how tough the man's face was considering the stress he felt in his knuckles.

"Pray you don't meet anyone from my family …because they'd be far less merciful…" Jason muttered, uncaring if Gregor could even hear him.

In the end, Gregor was still, face stuck in an angered scowl while blood oozed from his twisted nose bloodied mouth. For the first time in the man's violent life he had been completely bested, the only blessing is that he drew breath still.