Zombie Jason - Durability 1

He flung himself into a backwards roll and felt the sweep of air as the knife missed him by inches and clanged against the catwalk railing. Before his attacker could recover, Condor bounced up in one smooth motion and planted a vicious savaté kick directly under the bastard's chin, right below that friggin' mask. The guy was about a foot taller than he was but the blow should have put him down, Condor had never met anyone who could stand up to a hit like that, but the son of a b- didn't even stagger.

To hell with that, Condor thought and let loose on the guy's midsection with a combination of jabs guaranteed to liquefy the internal organs. No armor under those rags, but definitely something weird about the guy's torso. It was like punching a sack stuffed with potatoes and bones, and he should have gown down with a rupture and blood coming out of his mouth, or at least the holes in the mask where his mouth would be.

But he barely took a step back. The son of a b- was still standing like Condor was no more than a fly bashing itself against him.

Screw this sideways, Condor thought fiercely and drove his elbow into the hollow at the base of his breast bone, at the same moment rotating his arm upwards so his fist caught the guy right in the mask. His head jerked slightly and Condor noticed for the first time that his skill was irregular and lumpy, as if the bone had been broken and re-broken and then allowed to heal any old way. Only that was not what happened when somebody got their head broken over and over.

A knife-edge chop with the blade of his hand didn't even turn the guy's head. Condor rounded on him and elbowed him in the jaw; the bastard didn't even stagger. He was about to try another savaté kick when the guy finally raised one arm and, swinging it in an almost casual way, backhanded him right over the railing of the catwalk

Jason X (novel) - pg. 235-236