[hr][hr][center][h1][color=868324]Jackson Hunt[/color][/h1][hr][hr]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/hsQiIaa.jpg [/img]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Control Room
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Harold [@Beefydork] Jessica [@FacePunch]
[b][u]Mood:[/u][/b] Calm -> Enraged -> Embarrassed[hr]
Jack couldn't help but smile at Harold and Jessica's comments. He knew that stopping time was unfair, and it was probably a bad habit otherwise to depend on it. Sometimes it surprised him how much you could learn from others. Still, he responded to them both with a grin, "[b][color=868324]Yeah, it is a pretty cheap tactic, but fighting fair is just so boring, you know?[/color][/b]" He kept his seat as he watched the other two finish their fights. [i]Well, I can only imagine it takes guts to take a sword to the head or dodge freaking lasers![/i] They both seemed like they had been training their whole life; Jack couldn't help but be impressed. "[b][color=868324]Wow! You two are, like, masters or something. I could use some training from people like you.[/color][/b]" He only had some basic martial arts training that he had taken when he first came to Mayweather, but it was clear that students were expected to focus on using their powers, an unfortunate setup for a kid like him with no combat abilities. Still, he was determined to find a way to utilize his powers in as many ways as possible. Deciding that he had recovered enough to go another round, he headed towards another of the AI's to begin another round.

He approached one of the machines, which he still was in awe of, and set its difficulty level. [i]Eh, I'm not too sure I can trust myself with red.[/i] With that said, he set the AI's level to orange while listening to Harold's question. "[b][color=FFD75B]So, have any other plans for today?[/color][/b]" Now that was a question that Jack needed to think about. These two made good company, but no matter who was in the control room, he had no desire to stay in here all day. He decided that the best idea was to keep his options open so that he had a chance to either stay at home or go out, depending on how he felt afterwards. "[b][color=868324]Well, coming here to train was really the only plan that I had made today. I suppose I could actually, you know, do something, but I'm not sure.[/color][/b]" He knew that it sounded like he was being divisive, but... well, that was precisely what he was being. [i]Oh well.[/i] He got into a fighting stance and prepared to fight the AI, which had just finished reassembling. He noticed that it had an impressive arsenal, not quite as threatening as that of the red level AI's, but it still had a small plasma cannon attached to its right wrist. Definitely not a force to be reckoned with. "[b][color=868324]Alright, let's get this party started,[/color][/b]" Jack muttered to himself as man and machine prepared for round two.

The bot certainly took the offensive, coming in with a straight left jab to the face. This time, however, instead of stopping time, he slowed its passing until it crawled like a turtle in quicksand. Like a mammoth in a tar pit. Like a... car... without fuel. [i]What? Metaphors are hard.[/i] Putting aside terrible uses of figurative language, he dodged the punch with relative ease as its speed was effectively cut in half. He knew that while time was stopped, any hits he delivered would be delivered with more velocity and, thus, more damage, so he hit the machine with a right hook. He appreciated the fact that it's exterior didn't feel too much like metal as its head was knocked back by his closed fist. As time returned to its natural flow, the AI stumbled back before apparently remembering the plasma cannon on its wrist. [i]Damn, I was hoping it'd just forget about stuff like that.[/i] Nevertheless, it made haste in aiming its wrist cannon towards Jack, who, ironically, didn't even have the time to stop time. Instead, he rolled to the side to narrowly avoid the burn of the ammo. It was easy to forget that it wasn't shooting real plasma; that would just be dangerous. As he got to his feet, he turned to face the machine with a new determination on its face.

Which was briefly met with a metal fist.

"[b][color=868324]W...what?[/color][/b]" Jack turned to face a mirror hanging on the wall. Sure enough, a print was forming on his face. He'd probably have a black eye for the next few days. For some reason, the thought brought an unexplainable rage with it. [i]Stupid machine! You think you can show me up? Think again.[/i] He moved towards the machine, which was charging another shot from its plasma cannon. He knew it would never get the chance as he approached. As it prepared to launch a blast of plasma, Jack delivered an uppercut to the gut, quickly following it with a jab to the head. He felt as though time had slowed somewhat, but at this point, he was just running on full adrenaline. He followed his attack up with a strong kick to the kneecap, forcing the AI down to one knee. This was swiftly followed with him grabbing it by the neck and slamming him to the ground. It attempted to counter with a jab to the face, which Jack easily dodged as he pinned it to the ground. Finally being in a position of advantage, he showed that damn machine who was boss and delivered a strong left jab to the face. And another. And another. And another. And ano-

[i]Enough.[/i] His own voice crossed through his thoughts like the voice of reason. Looking down at the bot, he realized that it had deactivated at least a few punches ago. "[b][color=868324]What the hell was that?[/color][/b]" Jack muttered to himself. It wasn't like he had never taken a hit in the control room before. This was different, like he had lost himself once he got punched. He looked over to the mirror once again, as if it hadn't really happened, but his eye was quickly bruising. That had actually happened. He honestly couldn't tell whether Harold and Jessica had seen him; maybe he could just ignore it? "[b][color=868324]Well, that's gonna leave a mark,[/color][/b]" he said with an embarrassed laugh to the others. Even he wasn't sure whether he was talking about his eye or the AI, which was thankfully being carted away for reactivation. He went over and leaned against the wall of the control room to try and clear his head.[/center]