Battle Begin! The battlefield was a desolate wasteland, a chilling silence hanging in the air. Xera stood tall, his obsidian spear gleaming darkly under the brooding sky. Across from him, the infamous Jason Voorhees lumbered forward, machete in hand, a relentless force of nature, embodying fear itself. “Dare to challenge the darkness?” Xera shouted, thrusting a spear into the ground, signaling his readiness. Jason only grunted, his heavy steps echoing like a death knell, indifferent to the bravado. Round 1: The First Clash Xera launched his first spear with fierce precision. It flew through the air, a blur of gold against the gray backdrop, aimed right at Jason’s heart. But the Voorhees, with his superhuman instincts, sidestepped effortlessly, the spear thudding into the ground. “Come on, you can do better!” Xera taunted, his confidence swelling. Round 2: Unyielding Strength Another spear, another shot. This time Xera meticulously calculated Jason’s movements and released the spear with greater force. It struck true, grazing Jason’s arm, but it was like throwing a toothpick at a fortress. Jason barely flinched, his regenerative power kicking in instantly, healing the bite of the spear before Xera could even react. Jason closed in, machete glinting ominously. With unmatched speed, he swung the weapon low. Round 3: The Dance of Death Xera dodged in a split second, feeling the wind from the blade whisk by his side. “You’ll have to do better, tin can!” he yelled, determination blazing in his eyes. No matter the odds, he had to keep pressing. Another spear flew, but the cool down between attacks started its merciless countdown. Only ten seconds passed since his last attack, and soon that delay would creep up, making his chances slim. Jason, the relentless beast, moved forward, his stature, terrifying; an embodiment of fear with every advancing step. Round 4: The Fatal Approach Xera hurled another spear, now more frantic. But Jason ducked and dashed sideways, approaching with harrowing speed, despite his sluggish look. The machete sliced through the air, missing Xera by inches. As the battle heat intensified, Xera knew he was on borrowed time. But luck was a fickle mistress, and with every passing second, Jason closed the gap, the aura of inevitability surrounding him. Final Round: The Inevitable Fate With a final burst of adrenaline, Xera threw his last available spear, hoping against hope. But Jason didn’t even bother moving. The spear clattered against his robust chest, bouncing off harmlessly. And then came the swing—the machete sliced air but felt like the end of a world. Xera didn’t see it coming; his skill had met impenetrable muscle. Jason's machete cleaved through the air, connecting with Xera in a flash. Aftermath Xera crumpled to the ground, defeated, ahead of a monstrous figure standing tall over him. Winner: Jason Voorhees Jason's near invulnerability and superhuman strength outmatched Xera at every turn. Xera's attacks lacked sufficient power to truly harm his opponent. Though Xera had admirable skills and speed, facing Jason’s unyielding resilience and regenerative capacity was like bringing a feather to a hurricane. The battle was no contest; strength and immortality ruled the day.