The water bubbles itself and begins to rise as Jackal's words were said, slowly shaking the bankside of the Mangrove. Without any warning, without any hesitation, the water would rise itself once more, blasting upwards like a geyser, encasing Jackal inside it, having enough pressure to cut through the House's hands clean, causing it to fall back and return itself back to normal, with the holes upon the walls as a mark, evidence that it was damaged. It was here that Graves start to get an understanding of what such shouts were. The first shout is what brought him towards the fight, after all, so it should be significant towards Jackal. Such shouts made from Jackal seemed to not be from Gravity as a whole, but Motion, a byproduct of gravity.
The first he saw was First Law, which meant that his attack must've kept its gravity throughout its movement, its motion. Such was the reason why his knives cut through anything like they were mere pieces of paper. It was not the durability, but rather the Gravity itself intensifying and barreling through whatever comes in its way. The next he said was Third Law, which meant every action has an equal or opposite reaction. This was evident through this geyser-like defense, where the water serves as both an action and a reaction, being an offense and a defense. A Wall, but also a sword. Thus, he was left with the Second Law, which Graves could assume has to be by its body. It was the explanation why he was so fast. It was the explanation why his knives were just as fast as well. His very body must've felt just as weightless as a feather, and allowed him to be flung around within the same speed as lightning itself. With such knowledge in mind, however, now comes the decision of how he is able to break through it? The Ghost would ponder upon his situation, rubbing his non-existent chin with his spectral hand, trying to see what to do to break through his defenses and attack him in his center. If such a defense was following the Third Law, then that would most likely mean any attack that connects with it would ultimately recoil itself back, or equally it would disintegrate into nothing and nullify the attack altogether, based on how harsh the water is.
What to do. . . .
What to do. . . . . .
"Stumped as well, huh?" A Voice would ask. Graves would be cut from his trance as he looked onwards towards its source: The Demon, still wounded, yet still fighting. "Shouldn't be that hard, at least...All we just need is a good hit on it."
"I thought you should be recovering! This isn't a good idea to-"
"Don't worry....I have a few friends I can call on." The Demon smirked, as he would set up a sigil to scale himself over the geyser. "I'm gonna need you to get in position. Once I attack, Its probably gonna close itself up so he doesn't get hit again."
"And you're going to attack him.....with what, exactly..?"
Zazel simply spawns a Sigil and showcases said weapon to Graves: An M72 LAW. Graves' Eye widens in absolute shock at what the Demon was suggesting, even moreso as Zazel gets atop of the sigil for movement to rise him up directly towards the tip of the geyser, assuming it was the center of gravity that is causing such a large column of water shooting out. the Ghost doesn't specifically have means towards reaching such a height, so he decides to have the house itself strike down nearby trees and implant their wooding into the base, allowing it to gain the equivalent of stilts. The House in question would plant itself upon the swamp, letting such trees soak up the water to have it grow, letting such a process go quickly through such Magic. When the House got in position, Graves merely sent a pose to allow the child to fire the rocket right at its center.
Pulling the trigger, the rocket was launched right at its center. It flew itself directly towards that very middle, having the sharpness made from the course water that sliced through wood like it was nothing act as the cost, which would detonate and blow a wide enough hole for the demon to provide an opening to launch an all-out assault. An assault that Jackal was forced in, due to the nature of Third Law. Shrapnel of Splinters and carvings all came to Jackal like a storm, slicing bits and pieces of small parts of his body, such as his fingers and ears, while also providing strong stabs to him in larger parts of his body, such as his chest and head. Such a downpour of projectiles would be enough to slice the man into ribbons, with each damage he took lowering the water's control down harder and harder. Jackal would attempt to attack back by sending his knives, amplified with First Law, but they weren't enough. Even if he did, he would run the risk of getting further harmed and possibly even impaired by the usage of such splinters having the chance to get into his eyes.
He had to react quickly to survive this near death trap, but such survival proved to be near impossible, as the Demon launched a second rocket towards him, a massive explosion made at Jackal's location, the water scattering all across the environment. It was over. Zazel and Graves has won. They both settle themselves down into the murky water, calming down as they look to each other, satisfied. "I....." Zazel began as he tries to breathe deeply, relaxing himself in the process. "....I guess that's that, huh?"
"Yeah....I guess so." The Ghost merely looked at the water, only seeing a humanoid shape instead of his own reflection, though it was most likely due to the muddy water. "So....What happens now?"
"Good question! To that I say.....I have no idea." Zazel laughed to himself a bit, as he'd try to get up, looking towards Graves. "But....We'll figure something out." Such words he gave provided a small spark of hope to the ghost. Perhaps so...they could find solace in what has occured.
And yet...
SHIKK!!!
A Wound was made that slammed the child directly into a tree. A Knife. A Knife that was plunged directly into his very chest, his own heart, with blood spilling out from his mouth. Graves was in absolute shock, as he desperately tries to reach him. "ZAZEEEEEEL!!!" The Ghost shouted, before hearing a rustling in the water, sharply looking back to see a disfigured hand, with three of its fingers chopped cleanly off, soot being remained from the palm and wrist, and burns all across the hands altogether.
Jackal was still Alive.