“Haha president Jackson, I have you cornered and you cannot dodge my advanced gun-kata techniques. Today I avenge my uncle!” Jackson smirks, the assassin is slightly shaken. Both pistols are drawn with ludicrous speed and fired, merely a fizzle of failed black powder is heard. Andrew Jackson pushes glasses up nose, assassin is aghast. “N-nani!? My uncle’s ceremonial Katana pistols! That’s impossible!” Jackson stares the man out over his glasses. “You see, I knew your attack would fail for I have mastered all forms of gun-kata. It was simple to see that you had not learned the secret tenets of powder wetting. Your shoes have leaves of the Musa Acaminita stuck to them. You would know it as the common banana tree. This implies a visit to the botanical gardens, a very humid location likely to dampen the powder. My suspicions were confirmed when I looked down the barrels and noticed the wetting inside. Additionally your stance is off. The left pistol would merely graze my torso by a nanometer.” In a flash Jackson draws his cane and slashes across the pistols, cutting off their barrels. Suddenly he appears behind the assailant. The crowd of onlookers gasp and remark on his inhuman speed and skill. “Nothing personnel, vagrant.”