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Jake's anger burns like wildfire as he lunges forward, picking up a small metal box. With a snarl of fury, he throws the box straight into Quaritch's face, the force of the impact knocking him backwards.

Quaritch's head snaps back, the blow sending a shock through his body and leaving a nasty gash across his cheek. He staggers, disoriented and reeling from the attack.

Quaritch struggles to regain his footing, stumbling backwards as his head spins from the blow. Before he can recover, a metal box like thing slides between them, its metallic clatter echoing through the air.

Jake stalks around the box, his eyes fixed on Quaritch with a cold, determined gaze. Jake  advances slowly, circling his prey with the calm precision of a hunter cornering its quarry.

It's not just about revenge anymore, though that's still a motivating factor for Jake. It's about protecting his family, about ensuring that they never have to suffer because of Quaritch again.

When Jake is close enough, Quaritch, lunges forward with his knife aimed directly at Jake's torso. Quaritch's movements are quick and precise, intending to inflict as much damage as possible before Jake can react.

But Jake is prepared. He anticipated the attack, and as Quaritch's arm swings forward, Jake's reflexes kick in.

Jake sidesteps the attack just in time, wrapping his own arms around Quaritch's, and Jake forces Quaritch's wrist to face himself, making the knife face its former handler. They're locked in a deadly struggle, each fighting for control of the weapon.

As their struggle continues, the knife dances back and forth from the struggle between them, a deadly and unpredictable dance. Quaritch's eyes widen in surprise as the blade jerks, its gleaming edge suddenly way too close to his own face.

Jake presses his advantage fiercely, fighting to push the knife towards Quaritch's face. But as he continues to apply pressure, Quaritch suddenly kicks Jake  hard in the stomach, sending him flying backwards and breaking his grip on the knife.

Jake falls to the floor with a thud, the air rushing out of his lungs from the impact. He sits up, disoriented for a moment, before looking up at Quaritch, determination still burning in Jake's  eyes.

Quaritch stands a few feet away, his knife clutched in his fist. He takes a moment to catch his breath and assess the situation. His eyes flicker over Jake, Quaritch's gaze hardening as he sees the determination in Jake's  eyes.

Without a moment's hesitation, Quaritch begins to approach Jake, the knife held ready.

Jake's hands grip firmly around the handle of his twin axes, the weapons feeling familiar and comforting in his grasp. With a determined expression, he pushes himself up from the deck, his eyes locked onto Quaritch.

Jake charges forward, his axes held at the ready. He meets Quaritch in the middle, the sharp edges of their weapons colliding, creating a loud, ringing sound as they clash together.

Jake and Quaritch are locked in a fierce struggle, each one determined to overpower the other. Quaritch's expression betrays a hint of surprise at the fact that he's not having an easier time with Jake like Quaritch had thought Jake  would.

As they grapple, Quaritch's movements become more aggressive, his strength and skill slowly pushing Jake back. With a powerful thrust, Quaritch disarms Jake, sending the axes flying into the water.

Quaritch smiles grimly, realizing he's gained the upper hand. He takes a step forward, pressing his advantage. He holds the knife with a firm grip, ready to use it to end the fight.

However, Jake isn't ready to give up just yet. In a swift move, he lashes out with a powerful kick, connecting solidly with Quaritch's stomach.

The blow connects, sending Quaritch stumbling backwards, and as he loses his balance, a large metal box suddenly slides between them, smacking into his legs and knocking him down to the deck.