Being hanged was almost a simple affair. Jack's neck might have snapped when he first dropped but his broken neck had healed and when he died next it was from strangulation. Healing from that happened fact as there was so little tissue to regenerate. Beheading was a much longer process.<br/>But Jack's neck healed before his brain; black spots slowly turned to working grey matter as he chatted with Aris and it was a curious sensation, being able to feel your thoughts become more coherent, and it was damn shameful being able to realize what you had just said.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Well fit?"</span><br/><br/>He knew he did not know how to behave, but calling an angel  "well fit" was odd, even for him. As he looked at the seemingly young angel in front of him he was starting to wonder why he had said it in the first place. A few black spots ago she had seemed more... angelic.<br/>She was too short, for one thing, and looked too young. She also had wings, which was an odd feature, and it further confused Jack that he was not all that attracted to them. He would be attracted to wings on other women, he thought. Perhaps she was too holy to love, or perhaps he was too vile to love someone so holy.<br/><br/>Angels were supposed to be the chosen favourites of Agra, so Jack should love her as any follower of the Three should. But Jack was a poor disciple, so...<br/>It was too much thought for him and he gave a mental as well as a visible shrug and decided to just screw the angel if the opportunity to came up and not give it too much thought until then. Show her Povundra, get a stiff drink and then punch the people who hanged him before skipping town on the back of his elephant. If she wanted to join him for all of this then it would be lovely, if not... he shrugged again, not caring to think that many hours ahead.<br/><br/>Then out of nowhere a crazy woman appeared. Jack took an instinctive step backwards and just had time to think it was turning out to be one of<span style="font-style: italic">those</span>days before she tried to murder him. Why was everyone trying to goddamn murder him?<br/><br/>He jerked back convulsively and brought his arms up to shield his precious neck. As shields went, his arms were rather unfit and she cut them deep gashes followed by his cry of pain, which experience had taught him to turn into a manly roar.<br/>Then before Jack died, Aris yelled something unimportant and the attacking woman stopped for an equally unimportant reason and said her unimportant name and Jack responded with by charging straight at her while cursing violently, female angel present or no.<br/>"Fockin' 'arlot, ye 'armed me arms!"<br/><br/>She would probably stab him. He did not have any weapon and he was only able to make half-fists because she had cut his arms. But he could bleed on her profusely and he had two working elbows to bash in her ribs. He rushed forward in a suicidal tackle and he was going to break her nose with his forehead if he could just wrestle her to the ground. Close combat, trap her, and strike her as much and as fast as he could before she stabbed him to death.<br/>Jack would later nobly spin the tale that he to protect Aris from a lunatic madwoman, and Jack would genuinely believe it, but as he attacked he only did it because she had hurt him and Jack wanted to break her nose in return.