As soon as he noticed the hellzooka move, Jackson lowered his sword, putting it between him and his opponent's weapon. "My bird!" Jackson shouted. Quickly, he made another one, sending it off. "Aight, that'll be my symbol of freedom." He said, the new eagle flapping away, Jackson hoping it wouldn't be hit again. For a twelve year old, Fuchsia was awfully strong, being capable of hefting such a weapon. Of course, Jackson himself was fairly powerful, able to withstand the test of time.

But he didn't like Fuchsia. Not one bit. "What the fuck did you just fucking say?" Jackson exclaimed, still fighting off the boy's weapon. The president spared no time to shift hos own weight. He only pulled up the sword, using the fulcrum of the hellzooka. Jackson pushed his blade forward, attempting to plunge the sword into Fuchsia's face.