[spoiler]So it is the guy I'm thinking of. Should have used Fenrir.[/spoiler] [i]Jackson rolled onto his back, the forward again, planting his feet and springing up from his toes onto his heels. He replaced the particle cannon in the satchel, and as he pulled his left arm back, he transferred the saber into it. His right hand reached in, rustled a bit, the returned empty. Jackson looked at his bag and frowned, before turning to look at the man.[/i] "[b]Hrrmph.[/b]" [i]went his singular response. In his mind, suspicion coiled like an old timber rattler. Something was f*cky with this character, and the snake could taste it on its tongue. The General leaned back into a pre pouncing crouch, then struck, his fangs out in the form of his sword slashing down across the man's torso from right shoulder to left hip. His other hand reached behind him.[/i]

He allowed the sabre to cut across the hard coat covering his chest as he smiled. A genuine happy smile, not out of cockiness or sarcasm; enjoyment of the fight. Halfway through Jackson's slash he turns his blade to himself and stabs through his own stomach, impaling himself. Waves of extremely hot flame radiated off of the man as AJ felt heat rising up by the nanosecond... With another flare, two great wings of pure blue flame erupted from his back. He then brought his sword forth quickly from his own stomach, pommel smashing Jackson in the solar plexus with his katana whilst grabbing his sabre hand with his free arm. He then formed an ashen dagger from the blood coming out of the wound Jackson caused and stabbed it into the elbow of the hand reaching behind. They were once again in a CQC deadlock, but it seemed that the stranger had the upper hand this time.

[i]Jackson grinned, the thrill gripping himself as well, as he smashed his right hand into the man's face, a round object left there. At the same time, he used the slight disorientation to kick his opponent once more in the chest, sending him flying. He landed again in the dirt, coughing, and looked up to see the round object stuck to the man's head. An K0 grenade (cryogenic grenade that releases a few dozen grams of He at 0 degrees Kelvin, drawing in heat to replace the cold, freezing anything within a certain radius), taken by sleight of hand from the satchel earlier, detonated on the man, absorbing the flames to fill the vacuum of cold that had erupted. Jackson waited for it to settle before rushing, the General's Saber vibrating as the Seminole's Wrath had.[/i]

The man's fiery wings immediately go out as the cryo bomb detonates. After being disoriented, he raises his hands up in a [i]what gives?[/i] gesture before smiling. While most men would be in no condition to fight after such an explosion, he still had the ability to internalize his body heat. And so he did. He met the man's charge with a new type of ammunition - .410 rubber pellet shotgun rounds from his revolver. They may not have been the actual thing, but they would sure pack a punch and most likely knock the General back. The man had his sword stabbed into the ground as he reached inside his own coat pocket...

[i]He dodges the blast to the right, taking some of the shot to his sword arm and left leg. However, he recovers quickly, stabbing for his center chest, a shot at the heart, where the plate had been weakened beforehand by his kicks and knees. As he had leaned on his left foot forward in the stab, he used his right foot to kick away the katana before planting it again.[/i]

[spoiler]Oh I wasn't restricted to using classic Phoenix lmao[/spoiler] As he nears, the man kicks something out from the ashes - the General's very own flintlock. He fires round after round point-blank at the man, targeting his face before pistol-whipping Jackson and getting stabbed. The vibrating blade stabs through his coat and into his heart... Before the EMP beneath his coat and goes off, frying all tech either of them may have due to the close range. He shifts slightly to let the blade stab into a more sound piece of of Kevlar vest. The blade tore through the Kevlar, but it was stopped by the ceramic beneath that wasn't weakened like the General's original target. The man flipped Jackson's flintlock in the air and caught it by the barrel, driving it down onto the side of Jackson's left knee. He draws his own pistol with his other hand and uses that to shoot both arms with stronger .454 rubber rounds.

[spoiler]Wait, did he hit his heart or no?[/spoiler] [i]Jackson simply moves his head to dodge the shots, though they leave a ringing noise that sends him into a blind rage. He throws himself around to the back of the man, his rage numbing the rubber shot to his left arm. His right hand, however, drew his Bowie Knife, regular grip. He thrusts it under the man's right arm and up into the vulnerable chin, stabbing into his head.[/i]

[spoiler]No because he shifted to let Jackson hit a stronger part of the ceramic with his de-powered sabre. Everyone in chat is so -blam!-ed lmao Rematch later with Lucien vs. Fenrir?[/spoiler] The Bowie knife goes straight through his head, letting steaming-hot blood run through and on to the General's mouth. The blade was driven so far, it pinned his lower jaw to the upper part of his skull. All was silent as the pyromaniac stopped struggling. Though he didn't seem to go limp like most bodies - he was still standing. "My commendation, Mr. Jackson. Not many people are that brutal in such close quarters combat!" Impossible. He was still alive? But how could he even talk with his jaw pinned to his own skull? The answer was obvious as he continued to talk. "I wish more were like you, General. Fighting with such vigour and analyzing my every move. You fight smart. But I am afraid our time is up. A gatekeeper is still a gatekeeper after all." He was speaking inside Jackson's mind. The entire time. Because if the General were to peer inside the man's bloody mouth, he would notice that the man had no tongue at all. "But I promise you and I will be seeing much more of each other," the man says as his pale lips attempt to twitch into a smile. "Enter the Dojo, Andrew Jackson. Thank you for giving this old bird a good fight."

[spoiler]which hand did he reach with?[/spoiler]

[spoiler]My bad, I worded wrong. Jackson's hand reached behind [i]himself[/i].[/spoiler]