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Jackson turned, looking the black cloaked woman in the face. She was pointing a blade at him, a fierce determination in her eyes, "I'm going to say this ONE MORE TIME. break it up, or i'm going to have to do that for you both." He studied her hard gaze. There was no remorse in it, instead it was full of compassion, a desire to protect the weak. While Jackson usually scoffed at that kind of thing, the effect was different on her. It made her feel like a predatory animal mother. A hawk or a lioness protecting her young. It was a fierce look, a strong look. "What's wrong with you?" Jackson said, "You've got that strong look in your eyes and you don't like to fight? Fighting consumes us, forges us, and defines us. All of humanity is nothing but a struggle, fighting in some way or another against a myriad of seen and unseen foes. This world doesn't belong to the weak you so righteously defend. It belongs to the strong. I aim only to seek the strong, fight them, and prove that I can beat them, that I can be the strongest. That is my only ambition. You can do one of two things. You can put down your sword and wait for your turn to fight me, or you can run scared and let me finish here. Either way this happens, I will finish my fight with boxer kid. Of that much, you can be certain." Done wasting his time, Jackson turned his back on the black clad woman and back to boxer kid. He was irked by her brown eyes, they had a very familiar shade. Not wasting any time, because one of his twenty minutes was already up, he looked over at the boxer kid and lept toward him with a force boosted jump. A split second after the jump, Jackson simultaneously pulled back with his left hand and shot his right hand out, claws glowing red. Using the power of his opponent's force control, he pulled boxer kid toward him. This was gonna get messy.