Chapter 19: Fighting Deals

  Bloodline Meta’s, Meta Mammals with abilities that carry over, no matter who they are paired with, their offspring will always have their ability with only slight variations depending on the partner's powers. The powers are usually something important so they are held in special positions. One such Bloodline Meta’s are the readers, those who have the power to analyze Meta DNA to interpret more information regarding their main and side abilities. Their services are always requested when it comes to new heroes being registered or when new villains get booked for the first time. All that is needed is a vial of blood.

  In this world of powered animals, Readers are seen as very valuable, each main state having at least two. It wasn't hard for Readers to analyze, even if methods were different for each, but it was tedious so the results given were not always instant, but they didn't take long, usually around three to five days.

  While they are important, the Leader faction thought about their situation, not wanting them to be tied down or have ambitions taken away due to something they had no control over so Readers were given freedom to choose what they wished to do, whether it be heroes, doing regular type of work, Meta worker, or other things as long as they fill a quota on the side. With that they’re identities are kept secret for their safety.

  “Here are your orders!” Said the deer waitress setting their orders on the table. The heroes, their navigators, and Anet were at some tables that were pressed together to make a long one. They were at a burger shack in the back area, a few other heroes and some navigators in the area along with them.

  A light orange furred rabbit took a bite of her burger. “Mmm this is good!” The rabbit was five foot two inches tall with mid-sized sharp pointed black tip ears, and short curved black hair, an attractive shaped body that was fit and moderately plump. She had a soft snout and cheeks, albeit her eyes sharp and blood red, slightly covered by her bangs, her puffy tail a tad longer than an average bunnies. Currently she wore a short yellow suit shirt, a sleeveless tan vest with her company logo on it, and a light yellow skirt.

  Kanashi chuckled, biting his burger. “Right? I know the cook here, and it tastes like he's gotten better with his abilities.”

  “He’s a Meta?” Mitch asked, taking a snap.

  “Yep. He’s got a fire type ability that makes him good with cooking meat. Honestly he could be a good hero with it too but he found passion in being a chef instead.”

  “So does that make him a Meta worker?” Jackson asked.

  “Fit’s the category.” Mitch commented. Anet looked around nervously, seeing other Heroes and Navigators around. “Don’t worry,” Mitch patted the mouse, “this area is meant for Navigators and Heroes on break but we’re allowed a plus one in certain conditions.”

  “You sure?” Anet asked, still unsettled.

  “You wouldn't have been allowed in otherwise.” He smiled.

  Anet let out a sigh. “I'm too tense.”

  “It’s understandable, given your troubling situation, but I’m sure none of the other Heroes here know, so you shouldn't get any nasty stares.” Lila commented which tenses Anet again.

  “Ugh!” Arthur groaned with a facepalm.

  “Really?” Jackson annoyedly glared.

  “Oh boy.” Quarter shook his head.

  “What?” Lila questioned.

  Sighing, Kanashi suggested: “Lila, maybe not talk about those things, especially in front of her.”

  “S-sorry.” Flustered, Lila returned to her food.

  “Um, anyways,” Anias, not quite understanding the issue, decided to change subjects, “I'd like to take this moment to properly introduce myself.” She cleared her throat. “Im Anias, Navigator of Peacewolf from the Nix agency. I was a freelancer but I've been enjoying my time with Peacewolf so I’m thinking of becoming her permanent Navi. Pleased to meet you all.” She smiled and waved.

  The others returned the greeting, saying they were also pleased in their own way. Anet had to ask however: “What did you mean by freelance?”

  “Not every Hero has a permanent Navigator, like me with Navi boy,” answered Jackson.

  “Just had to say it…” Mitch sulked.

  “So some switch around from hero to hero.”

  “Is that difficult?” Anet asked.

  Anias shrugged. “It can get a little difficult to adjust between Meta’s but you get used to it. Ive done it for a year.”

  “Wow, a year?”

  “Yep.” Peacewolf nudged Anias. “And apparently I might just be the one for her.” Her comment earned a soft chuckle from the rabbit.

  Arthur was calmly eating but he had a burning question that had to be asked, one that everyone else was thinking as well. “So…what….happened to Reno?”

  Peacewolf stiffened a little. “Um…well…It's a…long story.” She nervously drank from her soda, uncomfortable by the question.

  “I’m, uh…sorry to ask.”

  Mitch decided to bring in a new subject. “So Artisakat, you think about what to wear tomorrow?”

  “Hm?” Jackson had his mouth full at the moment, chewing. “MM!” He realized what his Navigator meant, taking a quick sip of his drink to wash his bite down. “Yeah I did. Since it's a martial arts fight, I’m gonna go with just a white Gi and wear my visor.”

  “Will she let you?”

  “It's not like its armor or a weapon, but I’m gonna bring a mask just in case.”

  Curious, Kanashi asked them: “What are you guys talking about?”

  “Oh.” Mitch went for the answer. “Artisakats got a fight deal tomorrow.”

  “A fight deal? Against a prisoner?”

  “What prisoner wants to fight you?” Quarter burst questioned.

  Peacewolf chimed in with: “Oh yeah, the fight deal with Asha.”

  “Asha?”

  “It's related to our joint operation, in exchange for information, a captive requested a fight with Artisakat.”

  “Why Artisakat?” Kanashi asked.

  Jackson shrugged, answering: “She likes martial arts and I guess mine was interesting.”

  “What is your style if you don't mind the ask?” Arthur questioned with interest.

  “It's called Point Style. It's a martial style that switches stances for different effects.” He raised his hand, “The three main styles are Counter, Break, and Smash.” His fingers counted a finger for each style he spoke. “Counter is a defensive one, used for redirecting blows and returning them, Break is for cracking through your opponents defense, while maintaining your own, and Smash is well, pretty self explanatory. That one is pure power offense.”

  Listening while sipping his soda, Arthur nodded along. “Interesting.”

  “Is this original or one brought back from the human era?” Kanashi inquired.

  “It's original. My uncle and dad learned it from someone in one of the fragments of Japan, he was the creator of it.”

  “And they both taught it to you?”

  “My uncle taught it to me when I turned sixteen.” Jackson answered.

  Mitch chuckled with melancholy. “Torture taught ya.”

  Raising her brow, Anias had to ask: “What do you mean?”

  “Eh…” Sharing his Navigator's melancholy, he elaborated, “He’s…brutal.”

  “With a capital B-R-U-T-A-L.” Mitch added.

  Peacewolf, with concern, asked: “Is he really that bad?”

  “The very first time we spared, I nearly had a few broken ribs,” Jackson answered, “and that was him going easy.”

  Everyone except Mitch gazed fearful and shocked at the cat, Quarter burst stating: “H-he was going easy?”

  “One hand behind his back and all.”

  “Wow…”

  “That IS brutal.” Lila said. “Wait. What about your dad? Did you ever train with him?”

  Both Mitch and Jackson took a quick but uncomfortable pause, a small sour expression adorning them. “Um…” The feline's eyes tilted downwards. “My parents…died when I was eleven.”

  Their faces twisted with a mix of sadness, surprise, and sympathy. “Oh jeez. Sorry to hear.” Kanashi offered his condolences.

  “I-I’m sorry I asked.” Lila spoke with guilt.

  Shaking his head, Jackson gave a grin to the woman, telling her with no issue: “It's fine, not like you'd know.”

  “Still I-”

  Mitch cut in: “Anyways, I was wondering, you gonna let your uncle tag along? Be an observer to your progress?”

  “He can if he wants to but I don't think he would.” Jackson replied.

  Lila again tried to convey sorrow but Arthur bumped his shoulder on her middle, shaking his head in a silent message to leave it be. She was reluctant but knew he was right, taking a sigh.

  “Besides,” Jackson continued, “I think he's going to the agency to see the bunny. She’s got new additions to his staff.”

  Mitch recused, saying: “Does he really need new additions?”

  “Less lethal options.”

  His expression changed, nodding understandably with a plain face. “He really needs it.”

  They all shared a laugh, continuing to eat.

  After lunch they all separated and went back to their respective agencies. They still had some of the day leftover so Mitch suggested another easy escort mission but Jackson decided to take the time to do some training in one of the training rooms.

  The cat entered Training room five, wearing his suit without the gauntlets or boots.

  “You know,” Mitch spoke within the locker room, messing with the console that was inside, “you could just wear your suit like that.”

  Jackson answered with: “The fibers in the suit help soften blows plus she doesn't know what the back piece is for so she could think it's something that goes against the deal.”

  “Fair point. What ya want to fight first?”

  “OneFang-bot. No weapons.”

  “Got ya.” He tapped a few buttons and the floor opened, a red colored Fang-bot emerging. “Glad the agency managed to get some new bots before the incident.”

  “Yeah, last thing we need is a hacked bot in the agency.” Jackson chuckled, entering Breakpoint. “I'm ready.”

  “Ok round one.” Mitch raised his hand up. “Start!” He slammed his finger down onto the start button.

  “Hyap!” He leapt forward, beginning the battle.

  Mitch and Anet observed, the Navigator nodding along, while Anet watched with interest, observing his movements as he aptly blocked and sharply struck the bot.

  “Yknow, Point-style is pretty cool.” Anet spoke in awe.

  “Right? Helps that he's a good learner of it.” Mitch responded.

  “He’s got a good teacher…even though he is scary.”

  Chuckling, Mitch said: “Gary may be scary, brutal, and mean, but…he’s a nice feline, he cares about Jackson and me too, even though he shows it in a brutish way.”

  “Only cause you ask for a brutish response.” Gary replied.

  “What's that supposed to mean?”

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  “Hehehe,” Giggled Anet, “I think he's saying you're hard headed.”

  “Got it in one.”

  “What?” Glaring with annoyance and offense he staunchly told them: “I am not hard headed! This skull is thin and…aptly soaks…infor-...mation.” Running his sentence on, he began to process the presence of Gary standing right next to Anet.

  Anet too came to the realisation that the Uncle of Jackson was standing next to her. “Hm?” She turned to look towards him blankly.

  Gary met their gazes, raising a brow and asking nonchalantly: “What?”

  “Wh-...” Shock sharply rose inside, the doberman hysterically pointing at Gary. “When did you get here!?”

  “Walked in after yall.”

  Anet shivered, her blank stare turning into a fearfully questionable one. “H-how? We didnt even notice you.”

  Gary smirked. “Heh. I’m a sneaky cat sometimes.”

  “Wait!” Frantically, Mitched checked his pockets, doing a quick check of his items.

  “I didn't say thieving cat, you numbskull!”

  “Just had to check.”

  “You're about to check the bruise on your head!” Threateningly, he squeezed his fist at him as emphasis.

  “EEP!” Instinctively, Mitch covered his head.

  A loud crash emanated from the training room. Gary took a glance at the monitor and saw it was Jackson finishing off the bot with a hard piston punch in Smash-point. “Hm.” Taking note of his form, he gave a subtle nod, saying softly aloud: “At this point it may be time for him to learn a custom stance for smash point.”

  Calming down from the fear, Mitch said surprisingly: “Oh shit, seriously?” He went ahead and got a new bot ready for Jackson.

  Anet however tilted her head curiously. “Custom?” She asked.

  Gary gave the answer: “Point style stances have a basic form but after you get acclimated with it, it can change. For example,” He turned to face the mouse, spreading his legs, loosening and lowering his arms, hunching forward, “This is my Counterpoint.”

  “Um…” She didn’t look impressed by the form, looking over it with an obvious awkward and unsure gaze.

  “Looks like it's got a lot of openings doesn't it?” Gary stated, knowing what she was thinking.

  “Uh…” More uncomfortable, trying to smile it off but failing very badly, Anet made it clear that he was right.

  “Alright.” Glancing back to Mitch, Gary requested. “Hit me.”

  “Excuse me!?” Mitch exclaimed, taken aback.

  “Hit me.”

  “Hell no!”

  “Cmon, you wont hurt me.”

  “It's not YOU I’m afraid of hurting!”

  Gary rolled his eyes and gently scoffed. “Fine, I won't hurt you.”

  “You won't?”

  “No.”

  “Promise?”

  “I promise.”

  “Scouts honor?”

  A fierce fiery glare of annoyance came onto him. “Hit me!” He growled in order.

  “Y-yes!” Quickly and stoically, Mitch got in front of Gary, hesitantly pulling a fist back. He took one last swallow before thrusting his fist towards Gary’s face.

  Before his knuckles were even an inch away, Gary’s hand swiftly raised and bankhanded his fist away, his arm moving loosely but with whip-like speed, redirecting the punch to right beside his head. Mitch gave an annoyed glance as if he expected such a result though there was some relief in it too. “Again.”

  “Hmm.” Mitch went for a right hook, avoided right before contact when the feline tilted back.

  “Again.” Gary ordered.

  “Alright.” He went for another straight, this time aiming for the chest.

  To counter, Gary shifted to the side, fluidly swinging his palm around to push the attack to the other way, completely avoiding it. “Again.”

  “Seriously?”

  His brows furrowed, his eyes menacing with his voice flatly saying: “Do it.”

  “O-ok!” Mitch compiled under duress, shifting forward and reaching his fist back. “HRRAP!” With might, he arched his fist forward in a strong uppercut.

  Just like the previous punches, Gary acted just before contact, tilting over, grasping his sleeve with one arm and pulling.

  “Wh-whoa!” With the added motion he tripped forward in a fall. With a quick twist, Gary now faced his back in front of him, keeping a hold on Mitch’s wrist, grasping the doberman's collar and yanking him forward. “Eeek!” Eyes closed tight, Mitch braced to be thrown on the floor. “...Huh?” He opened an eye when there was no impact, lurching above Gary with one foot, the cat holding him up.

  “Told you I wouldn't hurt you,” Assured Gary who eased the canine back.

  Anet who watched with skepticism turned to awe when witnessing Gary effortlessly redirect the attacks. “Wow.”

  “My stance is meant to look like there are openings, easy to fool first time opponents. Thing is, my body is loose in this form, loose and quick, so I move like a water whip.”

  “You moved so quickly!”

  “Heh, that's the idea! Wanna see my Break-point?”

  “Mhm mhm!” Anet quickly nodded her head, fully intrigued.

  Mitch, for his part, wasn't too keen on the idea, quickly objecting: “Oh hell no! Counter-point is one thing, but Breaks got offense!”

  Gary lifted one eyebrow at Mitch. “What are you talking about?”

  “I'm talking about not getting hit by you! And before you say it, no way you're just gonna block!”

  “Oh please,” He rolled his eyes with an exasperated sigh, “I'm not gonna use you for this demonstration.”

  Hearing that, the Navigator untensed and relaxed, calmly gazing at him with a hint of surprise. “Really?”

  “Yeah, I promised not to hurt you and that's why I won't use you to show off, cause aint no way I can resist decking you.”

  “You resisted earlier.”

  “That was dodging and I nearly threw you down, this time would be different and your face is way too punchable. I really had to hold back throwing you down, so much so that my willpower is tanked.”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Anet chuckled. “It is fun to hurt Mitch!”

  His jaw dropped in a guffaw at the mouse. “What?!”

  Snapping and pointing at Anet, Gary stated: “See, you get it!”

  “What!?!?”

  “Uh, Mitch?” Jackson called out within the training room. He had finished taking out his opponent and waited a bit for a new one, but none came.

  “Huh?” Looking over to the screen, Mitch had realised this and went to the console. “Oh sorry. Ready for another round?”

  “Yeah, just one more. Is everything ok in there?”

  “Sorry, just talking with your Uncle.”

  “Uncle Gary is there?”

  “Yeah, he snuck in. Luckily he didn't steal any-THING!” A jab came right to his side from Gary’s fist. Holding the spot in pain, almost taking a knee, he turned his twitchy eyes on the martial artist. “You…promised.” He sputtered out.

  “Broken by your fault.” Gary said with ease, walking to the room's entrance. “Now don't set up a new bot.”

  “Wh-why?”

  Entering the room, Gary rolled his shoulders. “Alright.”

  Jackson blankly stared at him, blinking a few times. “Um…Uncle?”

  “Anet wants to see my Break-point stance and I think youre ready for a custom Smash-Point.”

  “You think so?” The news took him by surprise, but it came with an uneasy gut feeling.

  “Yep.” Gary stood himself right in front of his nephew, stretching his arms against his frame. “So you can only use Break and Smash, ok?”

  “W-wait-”

  “And no weapons, main gauntlets are fine but no pistons.”

  “Ho-hold on.” That uneasiness grew, stepping back and mildly sweating.

  “You can keep the Jet Boots on but no flying.” Bending from side to side, he gave his legs a good loosening stretch.

  “Wait a second!” He pleaded, rushing his arms out for him to pause.

  Standing back up, he asked: “What?”

  “Are you…gonna spar me?”

  “Course, a training spar obviously.”

  “I see but…maybe I’m just overreacting just…you'll go easy…right?”

  “Will in the beginning.”

  “How do you-?”

  “The point of this is for you to develop a custom Smash-point stance, beside’s just showing Anet my stances, so I’ll go easy at first but the longer you take, the more pressure and I won't be satisfied til you give me a good one.”

  The explanation made him shiver both outside and inside, fearfully asking: “What would you consider good?”

  “Hm…How bout one that at least can push me back by about…three inches, but only on the ground.”

  “Th-three!?” He lost some color.

  “That doesn't sound bad.” Anet surmised.

  Swaying his head with a near quesy look on his face, Mitch explained: “You don't understand, when he’s blocking, Jackson’s only managed to slip him back an inch, and only BARELY.”

  Her ears jostled with an amazed look. “Really!?”

  “Yep. So we're gonna be here for a while.”

  Gary slid his right foot forward while curving his left behind him, bending slightly while raising his right arm above, angling it about forty degrees to his front, the other appendage coming around behind to the side, the forearm leaning outwards but not all the way. Both his hands nearly formed a full fist, the middle knuckle sticking sturdily out. “Ready?”

  Jackson was very much not ready, unsure of how this would go and not prepared for the long hours to come. Still, he knew his uncle enough to know he was not going to get out of this, so he took a deep breath and entered his Break stance, looking at Gary with shaky determination. “...Ready.”

  “Alright…Go!” With his announcement they both charged.

  Next day

  Two prison guards led Jackson, Gary, Anet, and Mitch down the corridor, walking past the walls of thick steel doors, each one with a thin red pan glass near the top and a slider right next to them. Within nearly each was a Meta villain serving a determined sentence. It was awfully silent, the only noises heard were creeks, bodily noises like sneezes, and occasional groans.

  “I thought prisons were louder.” Anet said.

  “That's only in the movies.” Jackson told her. Currently he was only wearing a white Gi and his visors with his red tips.

  Arriving down the hall, one guard accessed the keyboard, opening the door and allowing them in. The room they came into was about the size of half a football field and three stories high with an armored room on one side with a reinforced window. There was a line of security doors on each side, red ones next to the plain gray ones, the red ones more secured with a scanner on top of the door frame.

  “I need you three to follow me if you please.” Said a guard to Mitch, Gary, and Anet.

  The two nodded and followed along, Mitch looking back and saying: “Give her a good one, Artisakat!”

  “You got it!” Jackson thumbed up.

  Gary pointed to his eyes then to Jackson. “I'll be watching ya.”

  “Y-yeah.” He confirmed with unease.

  The remaining Guard faced the Meta hero and told him: “I’ll be getting Asha now, wait here for a moment.” He walked the other way, passing a few doors before stopping at a red one. Typing on the keypad, he stood a pace back, letting the device stop scanning him with a crimson glow. What sounded like an accepting beep emanated before the doors opened and he entered.

  While waiting, the guard in the observation room spoke through the intercom. “Artisikat, allow me to remind you, Asha will be wearing a control collar. If she attempts to cause anything fatal, she’ll be subdued, but don’t be afraid to call for it if things get too intense, alright?”

  “Hm.” Jackson gave an understanding nod, taking a deep and calming breath, starting to stretch.

  Mitch talked to him through the speakers, saying: “Gonna bust out that finisher?

  “It's a plan. Gotta start getting used to it.”

  “Better not mess it up.” Gary told him in a subtle voice but ungentle tone that made Jackson shiver.

  “Oh I can't wait to see it!” Anet exclaimed.

  “You did yesterday.” Jackson chuckled.

  “Ah ah,” Intervened Mitch, “That was practice. Seeing it in a real fight just hits different.”

  “Compared to my Uncle this is gonna hit less.”

  The entryway opened and the guard came out with Asha walking in front. She was in a yellow prison suit with a thick brace around her neck and her arms bound behind her back with thick gauntlet-like cuffs. Once her eyes looked at Jackson, she got an excited smile, greeting the feline with: “Good to see you Artisakat! Nice Gi!”

  “Uh, thanks.”

  Her cuffs were undone, the sheep starting to stretch. “Before we start, can I get a basic rundown of your martial style?”

  He was a bit unsure but didn’t see a problem telling her and considered it to be a part of the deal. “It's called point style. It's got three basic stances, Counter, Break, and Smash, each stance having its own purpose in a fight.”

  “Interesting. I'm guessing counter is defensive, Break is a balanced one, while Smash is pure offense?”

  “Uh yeah actually.” Jackson was impressed that she figured that out, especially for break.

  Sharing this emotion, Gary stated with a nod: “Impressed she got that.”

  Finishing her stretches, Asha lowered her frame, sliding her legs apart and spreading her arms out and keeping her palms open. “Alright. You only got that visor equipped right? None of your usual suits?”

  Jackson, entering Break-point, answered: “Nope, got nothing underneath, and before you ask, I’m not stripping.”

  “Heh! Don't worry, I believe you.” Her face got fierce but kept its elation. “I’m ready!”

  The guardsmen called out: “Artisakat?” getting a returning nod from the hero. “Ok…Start!” He hit a buzzer, the sound resounding in the room.

  Asha made the first move, charging in and striking her palm. Jackson blocked it with one arm, swinging to her face, grabbed by her other hand and yanked in, the sheeps arm swiping at his neck. Knocking it away, Jackson thrusted his fist to her middle, making contact with her palm before it could hit his target, retracting before her fingers could close and attempting another stick to her stomach.

  Gary observed closely, not only watching his nephews movements, him staying in Breakpoint, aiming mostly for her body, but also Asha’s. the sheep thrusting her palms and swinging with chops, her targets being his upper body and head. She managed to guard well, using her open hand to stop his punches and try to pull him in after each, nearly grabbing a few times but the cat had moved his fist away quick enough to prevent it. Eventually a strike was made, Jackson had let his hand be grabbed, but instead he was the one that pulled, mildly startling her enough for a strike to the face with a knee to the stomach. She coughed but smiled afterwards, adrenaline pumping.

  With a nod, Gary commented: “She's pretty good.”

  “Yeah,” Agreed Anet, adding: “Artisakats doing better though. He got the first hit.”

  Mitch shook his head. “The first hit sets the momentum, final hit sets the match. Never think you're better just cause you got the first hit. Trust me, I’ve played enough fighting games to know that.”

  “Wise words, mostly.” Gary mostly complimented.

  Asha dealt a blow, managing to push past an opening in his cover after a quick downward strike from above. Jackson stood strong, only slightly faltering and keeping up a tight defence as she added pressure to her assault. He tried to stay in Break point but the rush of her palms made it difficult, so sliding back, he switched to Counter, swiping her hands away and swaying from them.

  His uncle stated: “She got him to switch, good.”

  “Huh?” Mitch and Anet looked at him oddly, with Mitch asking: “How is that good?”

  “It's easier to get into Smash-point out of Break-point, so I assume he was trying to stay in it to shift into that new stance. I'm glad she made him switch cause of the nature of it.”

  “The nature of it?” Anet questioned.

  “Remember what I told him yesterday?”

  Previous day.

  “RAH!!” Jackson rammed a punch to his uncle.

  “HMPH!” Effortlessly, he crossed hands and stopped it, only sliding back barely half an inch.

  “Dang It!” He untensed his body and went into Break-point, attacking.

  Gary in the same stance, easily blocking the strikes. That was the fourth attempt and he thought the form was fine but saw an issue with it along with a way to improve. “Too tense.”

  “Huh?”

  “Smash is mainly used to deal massive damage to your opponent in an attempt to tk them out. To do so, you tense your body not only to strengthen the muscles but make yourself sturdy to oncoming attacks.”

  “Yeah I know.” He was confused by where he was going, keeping up with the sparing without getting too distracted.

  “It's hard to move quickly like that…that being said, the part that moves doesn't necessarily need to be fully tensed up.”

  “Huh?”

  “An attack that moves quicker hits better.”

  “What do you-?”

  “HYAP!” At that moment, Gary thrusted his palm to Jacksons chest.

  Quickly, he used his arms to shield the blow, nearly falling and faltering back with a few steps back. He was surprised, not by the attack but the nature of it, noticing something about it when he saw his Uncle's fingers relax.

  Realising he took notice, Gary made a small smirk, rushing to Jackson to continue the fight.

  Currently

  “He realised what I meant,” Gary commented, “so it's better if he was in that stance. Sure he's realised that too.” Gary pointed, getting the mouse and doberman's attention.

  Jackson hoped back away from Asha, the sheep quickly closed in. Right after his hop, he moved his right foot back along with his fist, his left appendage staying in front. The muscles of his calves, thighs, biceps, and forearms tightened, his middle only slightly straining along with his elbows and knees. Once she had gotten close enough, attempting to strike him. Once it came, he moved, rotating his body and keeping his arm in, leaning forwards. Taking the hit she gave with his left arm, he moved swiftly, enough to throw her off and encapsulate on the opening, making contact with her stomach, slamming his fist right in with destructive force.

  “BLOAF!!” Air and saliva shot out of her mouth, the strike making her body shake and near collapse.

  ‘Smash-point. Rotator form!’ Jackson thought to himself, feeling a sense of pride with his attack landing.

  End.

  Next chapter: Peak behind the scenes.