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A/N: Hey, BLAKKSTONE- I hope you enjoy this oneshot. I always wondered who would win in a fight between the Snypa and the Sentencer. I looked up Jones' stats and I read over my own stories. The reason I didn't introduce Heartbreak to this battle is because Jones would easily defeat him. So I needed someone who could evenly match Jones.
Rooftop At Night- Harlem, New York
Damijin Spade stood face-to-face with his advesary. The man before him wasn't a street punk or a terrorist by any means. In fact, he wasn't even on Spade's 'to kill' list.
The man that stood before the Snypa was also a vigilante. He, too- was trained by ninja masters and was an ex-soldier.
A trained killer. A shadow operative. A man who also fought the same war by his own terms.
Luther Jones. The Sentencer.
The two warriors said nothing as they stared each other down in anticipation for the coming fight. There was no reason as to why this fight had came about, other than the fact these warriors had watched the other in silent admiration during a joint operation that thwarted an assassination attempt on President-elect Sousuke Terry, who become the first Black President in history and would make his stand in January when he was to swear in on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.
And it was Spade who silently issued the challenge to gauge Jones' capabilities. Jones did not send a response to Spade, other than showing up for this night. The fight would be away from where Keaton or Crawford could find them.
Both men were in their tactical gear, but without their guns. This was a sparring match that would perhaps be anything but friendly.
Jones pulled out a pair of blades. Two tanto short swords.
Spade knew that Jones was a knife fighter, so he would entertain him as he revealed a pair of sai daggers he held in the reverse grip.
And so, the two warriors advanced and steel met steel. Both men backed up as Jones made a slash toward Spade's midsection, only to be blocked.
This left the Snypa wide open for a spinning back elbow to the jaw that sent him down.
The Sentencer did not take advantage, as Spade was not his enemy.
But Spade had no problem delivering a kick to the knee of the big man in order to get to his feet. Jones buckled as Spade got to his feet and advanced. Jones charged and moved into a somersault roll. Completing the roll and combining it into a stabbing attempt for the shoulders to disable Spade, he was countered with a monkey flip to the ground.
First time Spade could get some offense going as he unleashed a barrage of needle-type shuriken in the general area of Jones that was deflected. However, some of the needles penetrated Jones' armor and wedged themselves into his upper arms and two in the right thigh.
A shurikenjutsu master.
Jones couldn't let Spade's throwing blade abilities take him by surprise as he also excelled in throwing knives, his tanto blades aimed at Spade.
Spade winced in pain as one caught him in his own knife hand and forced him to drop one of his sai. Spade quickly pulled the blade out of his hand but was quickly met with a swift right hook by the monstrous Jones that sent him over a rail.
The Sentencer was not finished as he pulled Spade back over, throwing a Thai knee into his chest and then throwing him to the side.
Spade was trying to catch his breath. He just let the big man in his zone.
That would not happen again.
As Jones came in for the knockout, Spade pulled out a last-ditch effort: a flashbang grenade. This was the start of the same tactic that his son Torrance, better known as the vigilante Heartbreak, also used.
As Spade threw it down and rolled away, Jones turned at the last second and covered his eyes with the top of his bullet-ravaged trenchcoat. When he looked around, Spade was gone. But there was a trail of blood leading to the edge of the rooftop. Jones was not easily lured and so he stayed in the center with his knife, as he pulled a frag grenade out of his coat and tried not to smile. Pulling the pin, he threw it over the edge where he assumed Spade was. He waited for the explosion and got his wish.
Nothing...
Jones wanted to scare Spade back into the fighting area. But apparently, he wasn't over the edge hanging on to something.
A disturbance in the wind alerted Jones as he ducked. It was a pebble. It landed on the ground and then bounced...
It bounced?
Tripwire!
Jones got up to run like hell as an explosion blasted him in the back and knocked him down.
And that's when Spade came out from a hole the blast made.
"Did you like that, Jones?" asked Spade. "That's payback for you throwing that damn grenade at me."
The Sentencer struggled to get up, shrapnel in his back.
"I set up small charges around our 'ring' because I knew you'd pull something like that."
Spade cracked his knuckles. Jones pulled some of the fragments out of his body armor as he got up.
"I survived the grenade even though I was hanging on to a ledge, I kicked in a window and dove in," Spade explained.
Jones was impressed.
"I was below you the whole time and I knew what moves to make. But for a big man, Luther- you're very fuckin' impressive."
"Very strategic, Damijin. I'll give you that."
Then the two warriors got back into their fighting stances.
Spade pulled out every throwing knife and flashbang grenade he had and threw them to the ground. He undid his katana's back sheath and threw it to the ground.
Jones tossed every grenade and his short swords to the side.
They didn't have to say what this meant.
But it meant no more surprises, no more tricks, no more bullshit. This would be a straight-up slugfest to the finish and the winner would be the last man standing.
The combatants jumped to a nearby rooftop and met in the center, fighting stances ready.
...and commence fighting.
Spade and Jones' fists moved, each shot connecting or being parried. Spade managed to get an advantage after pushing his fist through the Sentencer's defense, landing a punch in the chest and a reverse hook kick to the temple.
Jones answered back with a strong left uppercut/right hook combo that opened up an opportunity for a sweep takedown that put Spade on his back.
However, the Snypa was not finished and replied by wrapping both of his legs around one of the Sentencer's massive ones, bringing him down for a leg lock that Jones reversed and escaped.
He would not be beaten that easily.
Exhausted and covered in blood, Spade and Jones nodded at one another as they came at each other once again and threw punches and kicks.
Jones aimed a high roundhouse kick at Spade's head. Spade ducked and came up with an uppercut to the chin of Jones, who bounced back and let a hard straight left to Spade's nose come out.
The fight continued for a few more minutes with Jones dominating Spade until Spade decided to fight dirty. A swift uppercut to the groin area released Jones' grip on Spade's neck and allowed the smaller man to get some ground and come back with a jumping roundhouse to the jaw, almost breaking it if not for the Sentencer moving slightly away....
"Men are so stupid," growled Spade's girlfriend, the vigilante known as the Black Rose. "Why do you have to take a training exercise so far, Dami?"
Spade wiped his sweat-covered forehead and walked over to Rose, kissing her.
"It wasn't my fault. He tried to kill me."
Luther Jones shrugged his shoulders as he, Spade, and Rose went downstairs from the roof.
Rose: "Seriously, you guys shouldn't go all out like that. You could kill each other..."
Will this matter ever be settled?
