Jack had been watching the fiasco down below on the security feed. He pushed himself up slowly, his crippled left leg throbbing with pain as he did so. After seeing one of his boys being torn apart by a bloodbender, Jack had resolved to go down there and put an end to this mess himself. The warden reached for his cane, a long stick made out of sturdy oak wood and tipped with a curved handle made from granite. He preferred gold or iron himself, but with the Metalbenders here, having metal was a serious liability. Jack made his way to the elevator as quickly as he could, his cane clacking loudly against the floor of the prison as he made his way towards the commotion. Stepping into one of the guard lifts, Jack had himself lowered down to the prisoner ward.<br/><br/>Roughly a minute passed between his entering and exiting of the lift, and he'd taken that minute to assess the situation. By what he saw on the feed, there where five of them. A plasma bender, two bloodbenders, a metalbender, and another he was unsure about, probably an electricity bender, if he had to guess. It was just his luck, he'd been getting bored sitting up in that office all day, this was the perfect chance to stretch. While his outfit did have a few stones built into it for him to use, it was made primarily out of Kevlar and an incredibly durable reinforced ceramic plating. The lack of available earth would make it more challenging, but Jack was confident he could put a stop to this rabble.<br/><br/>Stepping out from the lift, Jack's cane clacking against the floor echoed through the halls ominously. After rounding a few bends and sliding his keycard through the electronic lock on one of the doors, Jack had made his way to the scene of the carnage. "Stand down and return to your cells and I promise that no harm will come to any of you. If you resist, I will use however much force I deem necessary to re-apprehend you. I am authorized to use lethal force at my own discretion. If you freaks are interested in your own physical well being, return to your cells quietly," He called out, glaring at the attempting escapees with his cold blue eyes.