President Andrew Jackson.born 1767, died 1845. In his life time, he had fought the war of 1812, became a senator, and eventually became United States president. He fought hard for his country, keeping out the invading British. He also allowed his people to expand through the continent only at the cost of kicking out the indigenous tribes. Jackson survived numerous duels, and likewise numerous assassinations. Once, he beat his would be assassin to death. Cities were named after him and statues were built in his honor.His death would be remembered, carried in the memory of every American citizen and the tears of every native. Then, by some cruel twist of fate, the president had been revived- forced to fight a war after his time and against enemies who he did not even know the names of. Like in his past, he survived the battles. One by one, they fell beneath the President's feet. He climbed to the finale of the Nexus of Worlds tournament.

And there he was, standing. Andrew Jackson stood erect before a boy carrying a flag on a horse. The president, naturally, saluted to the flag and began his country's anthem. The boy would quickly join in. After concluding their song, Jackson broke from his salute. "Thank you sir" he said, a tear almost in his eye. He was quite fortunate to make it so far, and even more fortunate he would have his final decisive fight in his home country.

Jackson checked his gun for ammo and put it back, before making sure his sword was where he left it. The president looked down at his shoes, which despite being nearly completely dissolved in acid two fights ago, had been restored.

"Alright. I'm ready."