Andrew Jackson listened as the bullets flew through the air, the sound of the gun echoing through the town. There was no apparent response; which meant that the town was completely uninhabited. "God damn do I love that noise. Almost as much as I love the sound of being an American." Jackson admitted, still staring at the weapon. The president seemed thrilled. During his life, hunting and dueling were some of his favorite pass times, second of course to baseball... and being an American.

The president walked upright, with his chest puffed out, and his gun held firmly in both arms. "Aight you son of a bitch. You can come out now. Old Hickory's on the hunt and your ass is in season!" He shouted, attempting to project through the town. Looking for his opponent, Andrew Jackson was on high alert. Then suddenly, a noise. The president could feel his ears twitch as the sound of crumbling was made in the distance. It was not as loud as the sound of guns- the sound of freedom, but it was enough to draw Andrew Jackson's attention. "There ya are" Jackson muttered.

He ran toward the source of the noise, looking around. It was just a bit of roofing. Andrew Jackson never hunted anything capable of using such a distraction, which could only mean two things: his enemy was smarter than the average bear, and his enemy was smarter than the average redcoat. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" the president called. "Must be hiding." the president thought "What a little coward. Maybe he ain't smarter than those dirty brits."

Jackson made his way to a building. He knew that if he could destroy it, he might be able to draw out his opponent, who'd have no more place to hide. Of course, that'd mean he'd be putting in danger the life of innocent Americans- except the town was empty save for the two of them. Andrew Jackson smiled the confident smile of his country. He had only made the same face other three times: when he drove the British out of America, when he removed the federal bank, and when he kicked those dirty Indians out west.

"For America!" Jackson cried. He dropped his gun, letting it fall and hang from the strap on his neck. The president drew a sword from his belt- the Liberty Brand. Using its incredibly sharp blade, tempered by the power of America, Andrew Jackson sliced through the concrete. An old man normally wouldn't be able to decimate a building in such a way, however, enhanced by the power of freedom and liberty, Andrew Jackson was capable of anything. The concrete wall of the house broke leaving a hole in the building. Jackson made his way to the center, smashing everything he could, making sure that the building fell.