Jack, caught between two devastating attacks, didn't really have any options. He shattered the granite in his cane, forming it into a thin suit of granite armor around him that barely managed to catch the brunt of the assault. It still hurt immensely, and the warden fell to his knees, gasping for air as the world spun dizzyingly before him, "Damn punks..." he muttered beneath his breath, "I should...bring this...hole place down around your...ears for this..." The warden crawled away slowly, attempting to escape. Just seconds more, and he'd have practically an island of earth to be working with, and reinforcements. Moving slowly, he pressed a finger to the pin on the collar of his uniform, "Even if you brats kill me, you'll never get out of here you know...I'm the only one who can open the gates. Hell, you could kill every single man and woman guarding this place, and you'd still never leave. Like it or not..." What Jack was saying wasn't entirely true. Three senior guards could overrule him and open the gates, in addition to some of the higher ups with their own keys, but what these freaks didn't know wouldn't hurt them, "You need me. And y'all...need my ass alive." He managed to grin despite the pain throbbing through him. He'd almost certainly won now, if they wanted to escape, they'd keep him alive and he could stab them in the back on the way out. If they didn't want to escape, sure, they'd kill him here, but his mission was to keep them here, and his death would insure that they'd never leave. Besides...the control was in his office, along with a veritable arsenal of everything from swords to guns and body armor. "So, what'll it be kiddies? Kill and old man out of spite and rot here forever, of let him live and leave this place in close to a single peace."