[SE] lickety-split

JACK

"Glad to hear she got the deal nailed down 'fore shit went sideways in that case," Jack rumbles, chewing on a thin stick of liquorice he produces from his pocket, and if his gestures are similar to Vesper's in any way, shape or form, he doesn't want to hear about it. Either way, soon enough they have a brawler at their feet and several of his friends starting to flank them; if Jack was so inclined he could probably rifle through their minds to find out what he's apparently definitely done to earn such ire, but he's got more important things to do.

"Oh I dunno. He seems the generous sort," the captain quips, hopping back a step as the man on the boardwalk spits a curse at Vesper and takes an uncoordinated swipe at Jack's boot. It's at that moment that one of the thug's friends surges forward too, and while a little bit of shadow and magic would be enough to end this right-quick, something dark and bloody unfurls in Jack's expression that suggests he could do with a good old-fashioned fist fight, actually.

Instead of ducking out of the way this time, Jack steps into the strike, his elbow coming up to crack brutally across his opponent's jaw, joined a second later by his knee, which drives into the man's gut and puts him on the ground beside his comrade.