originally posted in:The New Dojo
[spoiler]No because he shifted to let Jackson hit a stronger part of the ceramic with his de-powered sabre.
Everyone in chat is so -blam!-ed lmao
Rematch later with Lucien vs. Fenrir?[/spoiler]
The Bowie knife goes straight through his head, letting steaming-hot blood run through and on to the General's mouth. The blade was driven so far, it pinned his lower jaw to the upper part of his skull.
All was silent as the pyromaniac stopped struggling. Though he didn't seem to go limp like most bodies - he was still standing.
"My commendation, Mr. Jackson. Not many people are that brutal in such close quarters combat!"
Impossible. He was still alive? But how could he even talk with his jaw pinned to his own skull?
The answer was obvious as he continued to talk.
"I wish more were like you, General. Fighting with such vigour and analyzing my every move. You fight smart.
But I am afraid our time is up. A gatekeeper is still a gatekeeper after all."
He was speaking inside Jackson's mind. The entire time. Because if the General were to peer inside the man's bloody mouth, he would notice that the man had no tongue at all.
"But I promise you and I will be seeing much more of each other," the man says as his pale lips attempt to twitch into a smile.
"Enter the Dojo, Andrew Jackson. Thank you for giving this old bird a good fight."
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[spoiler]Oh, yes. Most definitely. To both the chat and the rematch.[/spoiler] [i]Jackson is taken aback, unsurprisingly. After all, he'd been acclimated to the future he was in, but ghosts? Ghosts were something altogether too strange for now. He retrieved his weapons, then turned, speaking.[/i] "[b]You have been the best opponent I've had in a long time. I thank you for that. Should you want a rematch, I'll take up the blade any day.[/b]"