"Nope! I'm getting out of this!" She huffed as she continued to squirm.

"Stay, put, wiggles." Jackson says. He breathes heavily as he struggles to keep a hold while not hurting her.

"Not happening. Freedom!" She panted as she pushed against him to try and get free.

Jackson resleses her and stummbels back. He did not relize how her pull and his push had been is so much balance.

She squeaked as she stumbled back against the tree.

Jackson catches himself just before falling on a rock. "Where were we? Ah... Before trying to kill each other?" He stands up straight and can feel his spine pop.

(Can we add a 25 word min? One liners are pretty hard to work off.)

That works.)

She sat up and soon climbed onto her feet. She raced over to his side and asked, "You sure you're okay? I didn't hurt you in any way?"

"Ha, you can not hurt me." Jackson laughs. "I did not hurt you, right?" he asks. If he hurt her... He looks her over and pulls a strand of hair off her face.

She smiled and said, "Really, I'm fine. If anything, me hitting the tree briefly

knocked the wind out of me. I don't think a man like you could hurt me." She adjusted herself to sit up before yelping in pain, clutching her midsection.

Jackson reaches out to touch her shoulder, but pauses. "Are you sure I did not hurt you? Or was that the stick from the other day?" He says.