He came in quickly. His blades were smaller than weapons she was used to facing, and the sais would not be as effective in trapping them, so it was going to require Elektra compensate by being on the constant move. Her equilibrium was still shaky; his was too, but not nearly as much. There was a sharp pain in her ribcage, no doubt fractured from the crushing fall.
She parried his swing, twisting her sai to direct his arm and body past her, then jabbed her free elbow toward his neck, hoping to end the fight immediately.
Jonathan ducked the jab, losing momentum as he swung around, trying to hook one of the sickles in her side, a foot slipping on Gotham’s eternally slick streets. As he moved, he brought his second sickle up to guard the neck and collar in case she tried stabbing, losing his ability to quickly block his chest, but would rather keep his arteries covered at the moment.
Covered from head to toe, his face wrapped in stitched burlap, Natchios found herself unable to use much of the environment against him. Regardless, she spit the blood in her mouth toward his eyes, hoping it would diminish his vision and give her situational superiority. He covered his vitals, so she jabbed the blunt weapon at his guard arm, striking the funny bone, then spun away, ducking and rolling backward to clear some space between them. Her fists flattened on the cold pavement, knuckles scratched, the metal of the sais screeching as she stopped, poised to spring or defend against a lunge, whichever came first.
“Twinkle twinkle little pain,” Jonathan started singing as he held his bleeding arm, glaring at her before sliding his sickles into their loops, switching it out for the scythe on his back, smirking. “I see you’ve come to play again,”
He slashed at her head with the blade of the Scythe, intending to remove it from her shoulders, laughing loudly. “Lodged here in my soul so tight, turning brightness into night...”
Elektra’s eyes narrowed as he slipped into what must have been a kata meant to cover the most area. She’d never fought against this weapon before, but she knew the concept of reach well. She spun at blinding speed, tossing a sai toward his shin, then leaped over the guarded swing of the larger weapon, ramming her elbow and shoulder into his collar-bone.
As she rammed into him, Jonathan tumbled over, shifting the scythe to jab at her stomach with the end of the handle, before rolling away and to his feet, slicing in an upwards diagonal motion to slice across her chest. “Twinkle twinkle tearing ache,” he sung, panting softly between words, sliding the handle of the scythe under his arm so that he was maneuvering it one handed, pulling his sickle free to have a close range weapon as well, spinning to give better momentum to the scythe as he aimed at her legs, quite happy if he cut them off mid thigh. “Please let me sleep and never wake...”
She was losing patience. She could feel the fury building inside her as his words taunted, her inability to finish this fight becoming a disgrace. His blades sliced the air around Elektra, creating a gauntlet that her weapons were unsuited for. My kingdom for a gun. She tumbled out of the way again, the hard street making the move rough, even in her SHIELD uniform.
The police were still absent. In all, not much time had passed since their fight began; time slowed in moments like this. Pure hate and aggression were going to be her best chance now. The sai was becoming an impediment, so she flung the other one at his head, then moved in, relying on free hands to try and get in too close for the larger weapon. She grabbed the scythe’s shaft, holding on, even as his smaller blade cut a gash lengthwise down her forearm. She slammed a knee into his stomach, then started to tear at his mask with her free hand.
Jonathan coughed as the knee hit his stomach, before dropping the sickle and fumbling for his toxin before finally freeing the spray can, bringing it up and spraying her face, blue eyes glittering angrily out of his mask at her.