Open a can of Whup-Ass!

"I've left one poor sack of shit for dead back in those woods," Jade says, narrowing her eyes at Enrico. "If I have to leave another one here in this swamp, I'm game."

Enrico's smile drops off his face. "You're making a mistake," he cautions. "I'll give you one more chance to play nicely."

"Go fuck yourself," Jade replies. She tightens her grip on her staff, trying not to show how terrified she feels.

Enrico steps forward slowly, staying out of Jackson's reach - for the moment, he's stopped rocking and clutching his knee, and is watching the scene unfold. Enrico stops out of reach of Jade's staff, eyeing her cautiously; some of his bravado has slipped. "If you miss me on your first swing, you won't get a second," he warns her.

"I won't need a second." Adrenaline is pumping through her now, but she's waiting for her moment, because Enrico is right - she won't get a second chance. I've gotten this far by using my brain, she thinks. There's got to be something I can do... something that can give me the advantage. Because he's right, I only get one shot, and even if I hit him it might not be hard enough. He's been in fights before... I haven't. What can I do that he won't expect?

It comes to her just as Enrico makes his move, feinting to the left and then coming at her from the right. Jade swings her stick around at his head, and then just as it's about to make contact with his blocking arm, deliberately lets go and dives to the side, into the muck of the swamp. Enrico is caught off balance as he's torn between going after her or blocking the stick, and stumbles backwards. Jade scrambles through the reeds and pulls herself back up onto dry land, to find Enrico there waiting for her.

"Nice try," he says, reaching out to grab her wrist - and then, suddenly, his legs are cut out from under him. Enrico cries out as he falls to the ground.

"Stupid, am I?" Jackson growls, as he brings Jade's stick down on Enrico again. "You were just gonna take me out of the equation, huh? I think I'll take you out instead!"

Jade doesn't watch what happens next - she scrambles to her feet, grabs the partly-full jug, and runs away, straight into the swamp. Her feet sink into the muck, but she was ready for that; the jug is buoyant and she's able to use it to keep from going down too far. It's painfully slow going, but she knows that even if the men try to follow her, they'll get even more stuck; their size and weight isn't an advantage here. The sounds of the struggle behind her stop as she reaches the more solid ground near the trees, and she pulls herself up to her feet at last, dragging the water bottle up after her.

She looks back. Enrico seems to have won the fight, but at a cost; he's using her stick to hold himself up, and one of his eyes is on its way to swelling shut. Jackson is lying in an unmoving heap next to him.

"I'm coming for you!" Enrico shouts. "I don't give a fuck about anyone else on this island, it's you and me now! You're mine, understand? MINE!"

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Jade thinks that she should have some retort, some witty reply... but she's too scared. Hefting the large water jug in both arms, she runs into the woods.