Jackson really had to hand it to boxer kid, he was strong. His manipulation of force was downright scary. He'd thrown all kinds of stuff at Jackson, and the park looked as if WW3 had taken place there that afternoon. But Jackson was trained to be a warrior. As soon as Jackson closed the distance, boxer kid lost the fight. In fact, Jackson was about this close to pummelling the boxer kid's face in at the moment. His red claws were held high, ready to strike; his other hand around his neck, making sure there would be no escape. Boxer kid was out cold which meant that pesky little shield of his was down. Just as Jackson was about to give in to that nasty urge to kill him dead, he heard a voice. "Jackson, I accept your challenge! I just want you to know that becoming strong without a purpose is downright foolish. You're only working towards power, and too much power destroys the natural balances in life. If i win, I want you to stop fighting with that man, and help me with something that my friends and I are working on. I think you're strong, Jackson. You could have so much more potential if you just put your strength to good use. So try me Jackson, but just remember..." At that point, a huge whirlwind swirled into creation around her. The vortex was so powerful, that it's power ripped up the ground she was standing on. "They don't call me 'twister' for nothing."
Standing up, Jackson was nearly blown over. (ooc: again with the puns, but I just can't resist XP) He was not expecting Kina to be a direct battle type. "COOL!!" he shouted, overcome with joy. "To think, we only met this morning and it's already time to fight?!" he shouted over the wind. "Some kind of destiny don't you think?" Regardless, for all his excitement, Jackson wasn't exactly peaches and cream. Even though he'd just touched him, and had all of boxer kid's powers (to his own understanding of what they were) for another 20 minutes, the fight with boxer kid had taken a bit more out of him than he'd imagined. While he was in a good position to fight, as far as tactics were concerned, he wasn't in a good place mentally.
However, regardless of all those bad conditions that Jackson recognized, he just had to fight her. He was in a warrior's high and his eyes were literally glowing red with blood lust. "Just remember Kina," he roared, "even though we're neighbors I'm not going easy on you!" With that final provocation, he charged. His fighting stance was non-existant. He was just running at her like a wild boar, intent on skewering her on the end of his blood red arm. There was a small part of Jackson's mind screaming at him to slow down, to be cautious and test her abilities out first, use boxer kid's powers and pin her down. However, all Jackson wanted was, at this point, to tear Kina to ribbons.
(ooc: sorry Brightside, you weren't supposed to be actually tagged in this, I miss-clicked when I was trying to keep Blanche in the loop. You can still read it and act on it, obviously I can't pretend to tell you what to do. However, we've torn up the park pretty good, I'm sure you've seen/heard us by now XP)