Seether shifted in his place, the purfumed air was killing him and it was made worst for the fact that he was beside the perfume dispenser. He coughed softly.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Jack did not blink when the gun fired. "Answers later. Pardon me for looking ungraceful and uncharming, I usually am." He charged to where the cough originated from and punched, hard.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>What the- Seether's thoughts were cut off as a fist smashed him squarely in the jaw.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Jack punched again and grabbed the fabric and tugged the criminal into the light. Seether lunged forward, swiping in an arc of metal. Jack fell back, the knife grooving a shallow cut in his face, knocking the shades off. Seether did not attack, he just stood there. Jack snapped his fingers, instantly reminded of an old phrase, 'Time out. Let me get my weap's. In slow-mo!'. Air hardened within his gloves, allowing him to hit his opponents the same way he would with a metal gauntlet.<br/><br/>Seether snarled, noticing nothing, "Detective," He spat out.<br/><br/>"Criminal," Jack smiled, "Try not to fail too badly this time okay?"<br/><br/>"I hope you'll do likewise." Seether tensed, preparing to leap out of the window the moment the detective attempted to use magic.