JACK
Panting, more from the physical exertion than any extension of his magic, Jack watches another one of the group crack to the ground from Vesper's shadows with dark satisfaction in his gaze. He shakes out hands still rimed with frost and crackling with static, pointedly ignoring the man as his cries of pain lower to sobs of shock and disbelief. Even a dip in the healing fountain won't separate molten steel from his skin, he doesn't think, and part of him very much hopes that's the case.
Spitting blood to the ground that lands with a sharp tinkle of something already frozen, he hisses out a sound that might be a scoff of laughter, wiping at his mouth and wincing at the tender reminder of having been punched in the fucking face, Vesper. "Nah. We'll call this one a draw. C'mon," he grates, shooting a glance at the remaining drunken idiots - who wisely back up - before continuing away from the bar as if they'd never been interrupted.
"Good swing on you," Jack remarks. "Break anythin' doin' it?"
Spitting blood to the ground that lands with a sharp tinkle of something already frozen, he hisses out a sound that might be a scoff of laughter, wiping at his mouth and wincing at the tender reminder of having been punched in the fucking face, Vesper. "Nah. We'll call this one a draw. C'mon," he grates, shooting a glance at the remaining drunken idiots - who wisely back up - before continuing away from the bar as if they'd never been interrupted.
"Good swing on you," Jack remarks. "Break anythin' doin' it?"
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
