Jack shook his head, but he couldn't help but chuckle as his Chi Scrambler turned the blood-darts that the crazy one had launched against him to liquid that splashed to the ground in a small patter of drips. It would have been worse if they'd touched him, but the wind made from his stones circling him had easily overcome the leftover momentum, leaving only a series of red dots on the ground by his feet. "Well, ain't that embarrassing." He said before swinging his cane out at the insane bloodbender like a sword. A wooshing sound could be heard as his cane cut through the air.<span style="font-style: italic">Well, there's the metalbender. She'll be a problem...</span>Three of Jack's stones flew out from the small tornado surrounding him, one rocketed off toward the grinning maniac hidden deftly under his thrusting cane, another flew towards the bloodbender who'd previously confronted him, the one with the whip, and the third spun at the metalbender like a drill. Things seemed to be going how Jack had thought. Hopefully, the other guards would be able to do what he'd asked quickly, otherwise things might turn against him.<br/>As Jack had entered the lift, he'd commanded a guard to see to it that the stones brought in solely for his use were lowered down in the lifts, as to give him more material to work with. He could handle these three with what he had on him, but Plasma and Electric benders were always more dangerous folk, and on the off chance that they managed to overload his Chi Scrambler, or worse, take it from him, he'd be in serious trouble. "So, 'you don't mess with freaks,' huh? That's funny. I've messed with a lotta' you freaks in my lifetime, and look how I turned out. I'm rich enough that I fund almost every guard here out of pocket! But I digress...You're out of chances, it's time for you all to die..."