A/N: Hey guys, so sorry for not updating! I've been super busy with school. Finishing two projects learning for a big test. And I'm sick at the moment, so basically everything sucks. I hope this chapter doesn't though.

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The final move

Jack's POV

Cray watches me for a few seconds, he's trying to decide if I'm tricking him. 'And why would I do that, you are outnumbered, my boys could crush you.' Cray asks me, but I know deep inside he wants to prove he can beat me. See, the others look up to me, to the Bows. We are like the older brothers they never had. And then, compared to us, Cray is like a father. And you rebel against your parents, that's what you're supposed to do. I shrug. 'Okay, I get it, you're scared. That's cool.' I know I'm pushing him. He's not going to like that.

He hates it when people make him look weak. If there's one thing Cray does not like, it's people suggesting he's scared. There is a visible change in his face. The muscles in his face tighten. His eyes narrow and his knife comes closer to Kim's throat. 'I am not scared of you Jack.' His voice is lower than before. That is always a sign he is angry. 'O, so you are bravely refusing to fight a boy who is young enough to be your son?' Eddie asks. He's got a big mouth, but he is right. 'Wounded.' I add. 'A wounded boy who's young enough to be your son.'

Frank snickers. And I actually believe that it's what pushes Cray over the edge. 'I'm not refusing anything. Let's start in ten minutes. I need to have a chat with Chris.' I let my breath escape, tilt my head to the side to crack my neck and turn my back to Cray. Milan's eyes are wide as he completes our automatic full circle. 'Are you out of your mind Jack. You know that Cray is an amazing fighter. You're going to get yourself killed.' His shoulders are tense and he's looking over his shoulder like he's being chased.

'Calm down. I'm not planning on actually having to win. I'm planning on buying you guys enough time to find Jason, free Kim, and run.' Jerry and Eddie share a look. Milan is two steps ahead of them, and he knows I have the tendency to give myself the least… pleasant role in my plans. 'And what about you?' he asks, his voice has a hint of sarcasm in it. Milan always asks that question when I come up with a plan. His eyes are narrow. Like he already knows what I'm going to say, but he's asking it anyway. 'I fight Cray.'

'And then? How are you getting away?' he asks, looking directly at me. I make a face. 'I'll be fine.' I tell him. I try to sound convincing. Apparently it didn't work. 'You're lying.' Milan says, disbelieve in his voice. 'You would actually sacrifice your own life for hers?' Jerry asks. He's studying my face carefully. I look him straight in the eye. 'I would give my own life for any of you. But yeah, I am willing to put my life on the line for her.' I tell him. Jerry looks over my shoulder to Cray. 'You're mad, Jack. Cray is going to put you through hell.' I look at the ground. 'Please.' I look up again. 'You have to do this for me. Get her to her brother, he'll make sure she's save.' Milan looks over my shoulder to Chris and Cray. 'Can I strangle Chris?'

I smile. 'No, leave him for Cray. He will be furious if he lets you take the princess from him.' Milan seems to like that idea. 'O and find Jason. I want you to find out what went wrong. How Cray got the princess, where he has been. The works.' They nod. They look at me. I try to catch a bit of Cray's conversation with Chris, but it's useless. 'Here.' Milan hands me his knife. It's one of the nicer ones, he got it from a Lord. Long story. 'Are you sure?' I ask him. He hates it when others touch his knife. Almost as much as I hate it when people touch my bow.

I look at my wrist. There's the sleek leather bracelet that belonged to my father. I take it off and hand it to Jerry. 'When you free Kim. Give it to her, and tell her I'm sorry.' He looks from me to the bracelet and then takes it. He grabs my hand, pulls me toward him and gives me one of those one armed guy hugs. 'Good luck Jack, show them what you're made of.' He grins and lets me go. Milan and Eddie greet me the same and mutter words of encouragement. I'm touched, but it's no time for emotions. I turn to face Cray, Milan's knife in my hand, my face set. I will not go down without a fight. 'Ready?' Cray asks. 'Always.' I tell him.

Kim's POV

I can't believe Jason ran without me. Maybe seconds before Cray came from the trees Jason realized what was going on. And he ran. Without me. I know Jack would not have appreciated that. Problem, he doesn't know, and he's about to commit suicide by fighting Cray. Cray is making me watch, but at a safe distance and with Chris' knife against my throat so my brother doesn't try anything. I try to get the cloth of my mouth, but these kids sure know how to tie a knot. And Chris? Chris is enjoying this a bit too much as far as I'm concerned. He keeps muttering something that sounds like: 'Finally. Finally everybody will stop looking up to that Jack so much.' It's disturbing, one day they're friends, the next he's happy to see him die.

No. I can't think like that. He's going to make it. he can fight, he'll be fine. The two are circling around each other. Everyone is completely focussed on the fight. Even my brother. I wondered why he wouldn't stick his nose into this, but I realized, he doesn't mind. If these two weaken each other, it will only make things more easy for him. I look for Milan, Jerry and Eddie. I saw them basically saying goodbye to Jack. Yeah, okay, that may have made me a bit emotional because… well, okay I'll just say it. I didn't get to say goodbye. We just jumped head first into this plan and let's face it. It blew up in our faces. And now we're screwed. Strange. I don't see them, and by them I mean Jerry, Milan and Eddie.

Well let's just say I don't care anymore because Jack just made the first move. I truly don't know if it has a name what they're doing but it looks terrifying. They are rolling, slashing and ducking and I have no clue who's winning. Or losing. The next real clue I get is Jack tumbling backwards out of their complicated and fast dance. He rolls over his back makes a backwards somersault and gets back on his feet. Chris is so concentrated on the fight his knife moves away from me. This is my moment. I stomp on his toe, slam my head in his face, elbow him in the stomach and run. I can hear his curse loudly behind me, and all I can do is hope that the others are too busy watching the fight to come chase me.

I know Chris is chasing me though. I can hear his footsteps behind me. All I can do is run. The bonds around my wrists and mouth make it much more difficult to run, it's an unfair fight, but I try. Once I realize he's too close, I turn to face him. It surprises him, but he recovers quickly. 'Trying to run huh? Not going to work honey.' Chris says in that sickening slimy voice of his. I make a sign with my fingers, basically saying. 'Come on then, attack.' And he does. He lashes out at me, trying to hit me, but I duck and swing my tied hands at his head. Despite it being really annoying, it does add strength to my hit. As my knuckles connect with his jaw he stumbles backwards.

Before he can come at me again, Jason appears behind him and grabs his arms, pulling them behind his back. Jerry comes from my left and Milan from the right, I expect Eddie is behind me, but I don't want to turn around. Milan walks towards Chris and Jason and first he hits Chris in the face, his strike looks much more impressive than mine. Than to my surprise he hits Jason to. Judging by the look on his face Jason is as surprised as I am. 'What the hell?' He asks. 'You left her. Alone. With Cray, that piece of you know what and that little rat Malcolm. I'm just doing what Jack would have done.' Milan shrugs as Jerry comes towards me. He unties the bonds around my hands and mouth.

As soon as I'm loose Jerry guides me away from Eddie and Milan trying up Chris and Jason apologizing. 'Where are we going?' I ask, my voice slightly raspy. 'Jack asked me to do something. He stops and turns me to face him. I wonder what he's talking about. He pulls a slender leather bracelet from his pocket and hands it to me. I look at it. There are figures cut in the leather, I see horses, flowers and a name. Jackson Anderson. 'It was his fathers, he also wanted me to say that he was sorry.' Jerry sounds emotional, and I have to admit I am too. 'This was his plan wasn't it. Save me by sacrificing himself.' Jerry nods slowly. Than we hear loud cheering in the distance. We all know what this means, Jack just lost.

A/N: I know, I know. I am cruel and not nice. But I had to! Don't hate me. See ya next time, and leave a little comment down below!