Uber Jason - Speed 9

Viper watched the other guys, still recovering from their extremely violent workout, slowly get a grip. They took up positions surrounding Jason: north, south, east and west. They were going to try and distract him, Viper knew. He'd seen this setup a hundred times in prison when a gang attacked a lone prisoner. The two in the victim's view would half lunge, and when Jason backed up, the guys behind would bring him down backwards. Then he would be dead meat.

"You're goin' down this time, fuckhead!" one of the guys in front snarled. He and the other guy in front stepped toward Jason, each brandishing a makeshift weapon of some kind that had been lying on the ground.

What happened next was a blur, but in slow motion. And without being aware of what he was doing, Viper had already begun to back away.

Instead of backing up as the guys in front advanced, Jason stood his ground. He swung the machete behind him, and the guys behind jumped back. When he brought his arm back around, he did it fast, the momentum of the machete pulling Jason forward. Jason spun once, fast, in a complete circle. During that little "pirouette" as Blister would have called it, the deadly blade managed to slice every one of those four guys. The ones in front got it across the chest. The machete lowered as it continued around, and the two behind Jason were sliced in the stomach and the crotch, respectively.

The wounds were not superficial, but they weren't that deep either. They were, however, bad enough to show those guys that they were quite badly hurt. All of them. And that their best shots weren't worth shit anymore.

But like the lugheads they were, instead of scattering to the wind, Viper watched them react by heading toward Jason, even as Viper himself edged away.

Jason moved faster than Viper had ever seen any guy move, faster than seemed humanly possible. Still, he noticed that what looked like a tear on Jason's arm was bleeding, and that gave him some misguided comfort. The guy was human after all, or at least partly human. He probably had internal injuries, like one of the guys said. Maybe the armor protected him. But he could be killed. Yet even as Viper thought that, he watched the cut on Jason's arm closing, like something inside the guy was repairing him.

He saw all that just before one of the guys leapt forward, flying at Jason through the air feet first, putting his full body weight into it, making contact with his heavy prison boots. It was a move that should have brought Jason down, and he did stumble, but not much. The guy must have thought he was on the right track, because he ran back and took another flying leap. This time he got a bigger response, but not one he expected. This time that damned machete flicked through the air, cutting fast and furious, lopping off both of his feet. The guy screamed as he fell to the ground, blood pumping out of the ragged meat stumped at the end of his legs.

	Jason X: To the Third Power - Pages 330-332