I actually exit the room, and quickly go to the security room to watch the fight. So I missed three minutes of it between the first exchange and now. Which went like this:
Father fires his gunblade while charging at him, the bullets melt, I'm annoyed. He really groomed himself well this time. My Father uses his magic this time, with a burst of flames. Which he actually does dodge, too well. He's almost as fast as me, I'm annoyed. How did that happen?
Worse, he snaps his fingers, and he gets what he always dreams of when he roleplays. Amongst other bullshit. He casts an illusion on the whole room, making it a bowling alley. Thankfully, I've roleplayed with him, so I know what it could be. It's just an illusion, it doesn't overwrite the area. I've memorized my father's office to an extent, at least the door. I find it easily, which calms my father greatly. Thankfully he's as Jacob would say, a good game designer.
"So it's an illusion. Good to know. Get fucked, Hemlock!" Father says with cocky malice.
For some reason, Hemlock just stayed visible during the illusion. But as I step away, I notice it was a fake version of him. And he legit emerges just like the rule breaking during Dungeon and Dragons. When he attacked him from behind with a overhead strike from his stick right into the back of his skull.
I leave on that because of… like, love and family issues. I thought about those… dirty thoughts and stuff, I'm coping weird. So I leave them to it. And also, one of them's my dad.
Anyway, I'm in the office now. Currently the battlefield is now a freaking anime scene. Literally, like he's overwritten reality with an anime scene in the style of freaking Psycho-Pass, then I dunno, it's fluctuating. A lot. Mainly anime shows, but like, Courage the Cowardly Dog happened at one point. Just with the surroundings by the way, they always look the same. Except Jacob's face is sometimes a character from the show they're in aesthetically at the moment.
Like currently he's swinging his stick with an illusion on it, making it look like Gintama's sword with his face as well. Swinging with cocky malefic glee as he fends off his gunblade with ease. It's his stupid wrist snap he bragged about on the internet before on youtube. His sword swing is really good at being fast paced due to how good his wrist at swinging it back and forth without needing a full swing of his arm. His wrist does enough to be really fucking annoying.
My Father is even firing the gunblade as he does it, but he's too smart. Jacob takes advantage of the recoil at this point with a hard smack at the same time on the crossguard, which knocks it out of his hand entirely. Fucking genius douchebag.
My Father swings his fist, creating a blade of ice in his hand as he does that extends up to five feet. Which Jacob narrow ducks under and mixes things up with a barrage of body blows. Father tries stabbing him in the back as he goes for it, he's hunched over from the beating. But Jacob packed paper on his back it seems, acting as makeshift armor. It's enough to cope as it distracts the blade.
While Father gets winded with a technique that Jacob honestly learned on him before. Because he got bored during a "friendly" sparring match, and learned from Tekken 4 that what the Steve Rogers or whatever calls the Gatling Gun combo is actually rude to your lungs. As it causes him to struggle with breathing for a decent amount of time.
As such, Jacob has a strong advantage. But Father is a Capitalist who prepared for this because he honestly, and rightfully, considers Jacob a very dangerous opponent and his studied his fighting style to learn what the peak of an Average American should be able to fight like. He considers him a average american in physical stature with the brain of a genius when it comes to combat. And not much else honestly, even Jacob admits. Besides psychology and sociology. And magic combat and his own magic to an extent. He's too influenced by videogames though, we make fun of him for that.
Anyway, father pulls out a respirator mask prepared with a bag of oxygen so he can give himself CPR to artificially beat the beating of his lungs quickly. Jacob is annoyed immediately, and tries breaking the back with a swing of his stick. But father blocks it casually with magic. He makes a pillar of stone grow from the ground, easily blocking the blow.
Then he shields himself entirely in a dome of earth to recover with ease. Which Jacob as per usual, just gives up. Cause this is where they always as he calls it:
"We now begin the Stalemate Retreat, douchebag. I hate you as always. I will get my boyfriend when I feel like it. See you at our next dinner." Jacob says with cocky annoyance.
I am amused, but refuse to acknowledge this ever. I'm leaving like, in a few days. Wait. No, that makes it easier for him. Maybe. It's Military School, can I cope with that? He has illusions though, he can still easily trespass. I hate this.
Anyway, he begins fleeing the room. Which begins the Assault from Father's house, and his defenses which are also aided with his magic. Along with our, as Jacob calls it, Dystopia Grade Automatic Turrets that funnily enough, his one ultimate favor to us is he picked all the spots for the turrets. He did all the tactical observations and arguments turrets, which is funny and sad.
They are too perfect even though he knows where they're all at to everyone, even myself. One in the corner of every room, and in the center of every room as well. Along with turrets in alleyways of rooms that have walls good enough to block the view of any turret. That was basically his main argument for every turret.
And honestly, I still regret that we didn't get enough turrets for his plan. We were short by twenty turrets for his Dystopia standards.
Anyway, he is currently sprinting through the house in the usual route, which he has personally bragged to me is just a question mark. He just rights "Right, left, left, right out the front door." That's his route every time. And this time he is too fast. They can't even keep up with him, which I love and hate.
THat means he's as fast at least cause I can outrun the bullets every time too. And so can Father, it's a meme to us at this point.
Which is why Father tries cheating now by using an Earthquake and icing the floors at the same time. Jacob responds with a meme I love actually.
"I WALKED ON WATER WHILE DISHWASHING, SHUT UP! I'M A GOD OF SLIPPERY FLOORS!" Jacob brags with loud annoyance.
He almost too easily navigates it, especially as the ice doesn't even reach him until the home stretch. Thirty feet away from the front door. Where Father is waiting as he just flies over there on his magical jet flames like he's a magic version of Iron Man. And is waiting with another favorite of his: a gun scythe crossed with a sniper rifle. It is unpainted, so that's a sign prototype for better or for worse.
It suddenly transforms, the gun barrel spreading out into what looks like a plasma gun from Jak 3 or something. I'm more concerned, this is a real prototype. I hate when he rushes into a weapon like this, there might be property damage. We're always on the news when a chunk of our house is missing.
Jacob is very concerned as he was casually sliding forward to the front door. Then panics as he can't change his direction cause he's sliding too hard. Father just smirks maliciously, and fires the plasma gun. A massive ball of lightning trailed with thick lightning bolts fires at Jacob! It hits him and he is propelled by it while being shocked intensely like a more tortuous of the kamekamehah. So hard he is shot through the wall, ugh. And out into the yard.
Conveniently by his car, a shitty black Mitsubishi Lancer. He (somewhat) thankfully is still alive, but has burn scars and is basically pushing through a seizure to me caused by static electricity to reach his car.
Which… honestly the ex-boyfriend in me just begs me too hard. So I rush out and step in front of father. I choke up a bit at first, and Father just sighs with amusement and annoyance.
"We're at least gonna have to arrest that kid, that's the best mercy he's getting." Father says with restraint, but laced with malice and anger.
I nod, head hunched over a bit. Sad, but accepting.
"Thank you Father. He deserves jail time anyway for this alone." I say sadly, but confirming support.