Jakob had just waved to Adrien's sister, and was lazily checking her out when the roar rang out, snapping him out of his reverie. At first, he wasn't quite sure which direction the sound had come from, but once he heard Charlie speak saw him rush off in the direction they had just come from, he put the pieces together.<br/><br/>"Son of a bitch..." He said out loud, reaching for the hilt of his own sword, but deciding against it. He didn't want to run off his newfound acquaintances by murdering someone in front of them on the day they met. Instead, he sort of leaned forward the way a runner would if he were taking his mark at the beginning of a race. Tiny blue sparks appeared where his boots touched the ground, and with a sudden gust of wind, he took off running. Within a few seconds, he had passed Charlie on the sidewalk and was passing through Rain's door.<br/><br/>The only problem was that, once inside, he didn't really have the space to stop himself. So instead, he launched himself at the first thug he saw, landing a a drop kick to his midsection, and feeling a satisfying crack of ribs before the man went flying. Having used his victim to slow his forward momentum, he fell onto his back, quickly rolling into a kneeling position, as he quickly tried to assess the situation.