JACK
Adrenaline is definitely one of Jack's preferred mistresses, when he isn't on his knees with his head between a goddess's thighs; numbing the pain in his jaw, his torn knuckles and the rest of his body and keeping his movements smooth and cat-like, it allows him to swerve to the side and let one of the thugs barrel into his friend. And listen, that makes two bouts of friendly fire, so it isn't like they aren't all fucking up to some extent.
Noting the coil of Vesper's shadows at his back like the dark tails of some mythical fox, the captain is also starting to feel the itch of magic in his fingers, and if the shadows yanking at the man's feet don't do the trick, perhaps the suddenly ice-slick boards beneath him will. Feeling frost and static try to fight for purchase against the tight bindings of his willpower, it's only as the first truly bloody intent crackles against his magic - and the glint of a knife in the dark appears - that Jack lets loose a little.
The air fills with the scent of ozone just before the whipcrack of lightning hits the man's hand - a hand balled into a fist and brandishing a blade set for Vesper's back. A hand that can't actually drop the blade that's now melting and fusing against his scorched skin, not that Jack feels any pity for the wretch whose agonised howl rakes across the proceedings.
Noting the coil of Vesper's shadows at his back like the dark tails of some mythical fox, the captain is also starting to feel the itch of magic in his fingers, and if the shadows yanking at the man's feet don't do the trick, perhaps the suddenly ice-slick boards beneath him will. Feeling frost and static try to fight for purchase against the tight bindings of his willpower, it's only as the first truly bloody intent crackles against his magic - and the glint of a knife in the dark appears - that Jack lets loose a little.
The air fills with the scent of ozone just before the whipcrack of lightning hits the man's hand - a hand balled into a fist and brandishing a blade set for Vesper's back. A hand that can't actually drop the blade that's now melting and fusing against his scorched skin, not that Jack feels any pity for the wretch whose agonised howl rakes across the proceedings.
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
