Jackal would initiate combat first, his jacket's insides holding pockets, which they would hold all sorts of knives. Daggers mainly, all with varied shapes and sharpness that looked to cut through mere stone with the finest of ease, with the inscriptions within the very knives' bladed edge hinting that more was to come from them. He has these knives held in a professional manner, before tossing them towards Zazel's direction. What Zazel noticed as they were flung were that they were fast. Faster than anything he's ever seen. Had Zazel not prepared himself early with his sigils upon his hands, he would've been done. The knives would become parried almost immediately, being somewhat restrained due to the cauterized wound on his shoulder being a hinderance in combat. Jackal, being keen, simply kept on going. Knives on his left. Knives across his right. Knives directly forward. It was like a monsoon of sharp objects that could shred the very walls of the location. Zazel, still donning such sigils, had his body be encased in them, acting like armor and parrying the blades just the same, though at the cost of such sigils being worn down, showcasing that such weapons were indeed magical.
Zazel would have the exposed room he was in to act as his escape, mainly to gain some distance and prepare further from below. What he didn't expect was for Jackal to retaliate by dropping such knives down, pointed edge first, and having them carve directly downwards, giving the impression of rain from above. Zazel would have himself take cover almost immediately, being cautious with the speed, strength, and random nature of where such knives would fall down from. A Sigil in hand, he'd cast himself Sabnokk, generating a battle shield for him, and combining that with another sigil: Eligos. Markings were made across the shield's base and both points. Said Markings would help him with the rain of projectiles from above, having the shield act like an umbrella, tanking the daggers as the demon trudged against the area, trying to figure out what to do with this predicament. Thinking on his feet, he would come up with a quick solution, though just as temporary as the shield he was donning.
Jackal was seen standing atop of the very Rooftops, still raining down such weapons like hail. Soon, however, he would stop. He would halt himself, and listened closely. It was quiet. No sounds of movement. No Breathing. No whispering, nor clattering from the knives being interacted. It was quiet, with merely the wind breathing around him and the insects that lived within the Mangrove. The man would implant something upon the very roof and flooring of the attic, as he'd make his way towards the manor's side, ready to initiate his attack without being hit himself. "You're not being smart, kid. I know you're hiding down there." He'd announced, before he would snap his fingers and cause the top part of the house to break itself. Within mere seconds, the very top half of the manor slammed itself down, being weighed heavily as they drop down and crush the lower parts, leaving the house to be nothing but pure destruction, sharp wood and concrete being its remains, with the furniture being either punctured or split in half due to the impact. Nothing was intact, and Jackal assumed such was enough to take down the demon.
He'd get himself down after leaving such a ghastly scene, kicking the wood away to see if there was any evidence in regards to the area of Zazel's whereabouts. All it took was a piece of leather stabbed inwards into the planks, and the leaking blood to signify its result. He had won, as expected...
BANG!
A Bullet that went straight across his very chest, blasting a sizeable hole across his body, but more importantly, breaking the very staff that he held on his side. A Yell and groan of pain would be heard as the man stumbled into the debris, injuring himself further, looking at the direction where he assumed the gunshot was from. What he saw was nothing short than a barrel, smoke coming out, as well as a scope at the top of the barrel, with Zazel, now jacketless, his shirt having a few holes to mark the scratches made when escaping the collapsing house, holding the gun through a Sigil. He escaped, but with damages. He was alive, yet hurt. The demon smirked, looking as if he was a soldier with the wounds upon his body, proudly staring at Jackal directly. "H-. . .How. . . How the hell did you-" Jackal would ask, as he'd try to get up, clutching his hand harshly at the bullet shot he took, amazed at how he wasn't dead yet.
"You should've not dropped the entire house down." The Demon began, showcasing what looked to be a knuckleduster at his other hand, somewhat bloodied due to the damage taken. "I knew if I stayed silent enough, you'd either come down to attack me or kept throwing your stuff. When you did the latter, I simply timed your disaster with my punch at the wall and broke out! Funny how sound works, huh?" Jackal was annoyed at Zazel's explanation, realizing that he was right. With how loud the impact came in, the Demon was given the perfect chance to escape without the need to do much else. Jackal has only himself to blame for allowing such an attack to falter like this. The Demon aimed the barrel straight towards his chest, smirking proudly. "Now that I've got you on my sights, This next shot will put you down for good, murderer! I'll make sure to see you in-" Before the Demon would attempt to drop a one-liner to add onto his advantage, a Knife would be thrown directly into the barrel, causing the weapon itself to explode upon the child's face, forcing Zazel to react by donning the shield once more, having it tank the damage.
The shield itself would break, being scaled equally to the explosion and being left into nothing but mere splinters. "You know...The more you keep talking, the more likely you're getting yourself Killed..." Jackal began, as he'd take off his own cloak, revealing his own body in full: A six pack with markings all across his abdomen, chest, shoulders, arms, and hands, all of which most likely were the very markings etched upon his blades. Pouches were on his side as well, around 7 to be exact, all holding the very cutlery that was causing Zazel problems. "..So hey! Keep talking! It'll end before you even know it." As Jackal finished his sentence, he'd pulled out more knives from his pouches, an ethereal glow being made from them. One half was tossed upwards into the air, the other was tossed directly downward, forcing Zazel to jump back. Unfortunately, such movement was what Jackal wanted, as he'd push the knives forward through a shift in their weight.
"Gravity Magic...."
He'd announce, as the Daggers closed in and leaned forward, with Zazel between them. He was wide open for such an attack.