President Andrew Jackson proved to be of greater physical strength than Fuchsia had originally assumed. It was not often he faced an opponent who could stop a solid hit from his swing without even flinching. Not amongst humans at least. He was honestly surprised, but the moment was not exploited by Andrew, who instead opted to complain about his dead bird, before summoning a new one. Silly really, the demon child was not about to just stand around while the freedom fighter talked. Fighters fight. 

"Alright, that'll be my-.." Was as far the president got before Fuchsia dashed backwards, pulling the trigger 0,1 seconds after doing so. A single rocket hurled itself towards Andrew Jackson from a point of origin 6,6 feet away from him, aimed at his torso. The demon child halted his movement more or less a second afterwards, placing him roughly 66 feet away from his starting position. Upon stopping, he turned his Hellzooka towards the -new- symbol of freedom, and fired another two rockets. He wasn't about to allow Andrew Jackson the liberty of feasting his eyes upon the nationalistic propaganda that was the bald eagle. Such luxuries was for the living. The Hellzooka itself had shouted out a plethora of insults, but they were drowned out by the screaming faces mounted at the head of the rockets, fired at such close proximity, if not also detonated, that he could only faintly make out the fact that it spoke at all.