[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."