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Jackson had done rather well with all things considering. That one shot was able to send a couple of them flying. A few more were no doubt about to come back at him, so he would do the same thing: uppercut and then followed by an arc of flame. However, as Jackson would see the beast fly into the air, he felt a strong gust of air pass him. As odd as it was, the next thing he noticed was that one of the beasts - no, two of them - that had been launched into the air by his arcing flame had been knocked down on their asses by what looked like a human cannonball of sorts.

When the speeding person rose up from her handiwork, Jackson recognised her. Or at least, she looked vaguely familiar. Jackson wasn’t exactly sure who she was, but boy was he thankful she came hurtling to the rescue. Though, he couldn’t help but wonder how exactly she did that. It was an unusual way of offence. And it did seem like she came out of nowhere.

Oh well. It’s not important.

“Oh, yeah,” Jackson would awkwardly say, “sup and such.” He would wave awkwardly as he would notice more of the beasts coming towards them. Apparently, they didn’t take too kindly to Jackson and Cannon Girl here attacking their own. “Oh right,” Jackson mused aloud, “I think they have an anger problem or something,” he said, thinking aloud. God what was it that the DOVE(or was it RAVEN) agent say? 

Jackson began rubbing his head just for a moment, but as he did, there came one more of those beasts, tumour hands and all. It came charging towards Jackson and Cannon Girl, aiming to bonk the two of them with its club-like arms. Jackson was going to have none of that. 

But, of course, the universe had different plans. As it was with all things, Jackson found himself on the receiving end of one arms as it had struck him in the head, sending him flying in the opposite direction. He caught himself just in time to flip midair and land on his feet, though the pain from his earlier injury made him slide on it knee-first. Regardless of that little setback, Jackson had enough time to recover and stand up. As he did, he noticed that Cannon Girl was about to meet the same fate that Jackson did. On instinct, Jackson extended his right arm out and flowing like a river, a stream of fire extended from it, pushing back the beast about a meter and a half, effectively burning its flesh. 

Rushing towards her, Jackson hopped on one leg. “They’re going to keep coming at us,” Jackson said, stating the obvious. “Probably be best if we work together on this. Maybe do whatever you did before? I don’t know what the hell that was, but it seemed to work.” He admitted. Whatever she did was more effective than his flames. “I’ll prop them up and you do...whatever it is that you do. Deal?” Jackson looked at the girl. Just a moment later, another one of those beasts came towards him. As he proposed, Jackson unleashed an arc of flame, propelling the beast in the air. 

Now was the time for the girl to do her stuff.