Just as Jason's words had fallen, a man clad in a wide cloak appeared beside him like teleportation, smashing a hand chop down onto the side of Jason's neck.
Crack!
Snap!
In the crisp sound of impact, was mingled the noise of breaking bones.
"Heh."
"Overconfident."
The man said as he attempted to step past Jason, into the tent.
Thud!
The sound of a blade's friction with flesh followed.
The man lowered his head to look at the blade that had pierced through his chest, and even though his face was concealed by the hood, anyone could guess his shock at that moment.
He turned his head in astonishment only to see Jason, who should have had his neck and trachea shattered and suffocated to death, standing perfectly fine behind him.
"You?"
The man opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
But Jason had no desire to waste words with him. The "Winchester Brothers" reappeared in his hands, aimed at the man's head, and he fired.
Bang!
This shot,
Again, missed its mark.
