The president had been curled up into a ball- a ball made of pure condensed freedom. Out of the rubble, Andrew Jackson rose like the American flag on the 4th of July, standing proudly. He whipped his sword in the air, clearing it of dust, before sheathing it. There was a bit of dust that had gotten inside of Andrew Jackson's gun, however, knowing American technology, that couldn't be enough to jam it... right? Wiping the dust off himself, Jackson looked around before finally seeing his opponent. He was one ugly guy, or at least so thought Jackson. In addition, the zombie-thing was speaking in some strange foreign language.

"Hey!" Andrew Jackson called "The way I understand it, there are two languages: American, and not-American! I sure ain't no not-American, but I'm sure as hell you ain't speakin' no stars n' stripes!" Whatever Abe was saying, however, Jackson took it as a threat. "But you listen to me boy. You insult me, you insult the good ol' land of America!" He pointed his gun, and prepared to fire.

Andrew Jackson looked his opponent straight in the eye. His feet and shoulders were lined up, facing straight at his target. His left foot was moved slightly back. The stock of the president's gun was held high on his chest, his elbows down. The gun was not just a weapon anymore- it was an extension of his own body. His right hand was held in a vice over the gun's grip, his finger ready on the trigger. Andrew Jackson took aim, and with the most confidence, he pulled the trigger.

Clicking. That was all to hear. The gun clicked as Jackson pulled the trigger another two times- the barrel jammed. "I see lady luck did not shine on me today" Jackson remarked. "Well that's alright. I've got good ol' lady liberty!" An egg formed in the air, quickly cracking. Soon enough, it transformed into a fully grown eagle. "SKAW!" the eagle screeched.

"Freedom go!" Andrew Jackson commanded, pointing at Abe. The eagle shot forward, straight towards Abe.