((For the record, Jack speaks with a heavy southern accent.))<br/>Jack laughed, "Kid, trust me, you don't wanna' do this. If you think yer' gettin' outa' this just 'cause you got yerself some friends, yer most certainly mistaken." The stones made into his armor lifted up easily at his wordless command, rotating around him at dizzying speeds. Jack held out one arm in front of him, extending one finger, "I'll give you kiddies one last chance go back inside, 'cause I'm just such a nice guy," dangling from his outstretched arm, one could glimpse a series of bands, connected together by thin threads.<br/><br/>Jack couldn't help but let a smirk play out across his face. It was the sort of smirk one gets when they know something their foe does not. Leaning heavily on his cane, Jack took a deep breath, preparing himself for the inevitable fight to come.<span style="font-style: italic">He'll either be going for my head or my cane, trying to blind me or put my on my ass.</span>He glanced at the others, he couldn't see the Plasma Bender, which bothered him. The bloodbender was the only one being openly hostile, so perhaps after he was defeated the others would return peacefully.