"Well, that was sudden" was the only thought to go through Jack's head before the floor fell out from under him.  The wind ruffled his nice suit with the "hello my name is Jack Gris" sticker on it.  He let himself fall head first for a bit before he decided the ground was getting too close.  He flipped around so that his feet were downward.  He then set his gloves and shoes to fire mode, and started to shoot jets of fire out from them, giving him the appearance of a robot blasting of in reverse as he landed on the ground.<br/><br/>Once he touched down he checked his surroundings.  The forest was dark dark in front of him and he looked to the sky at the others, as he was one of the first to reach the ground, having taken his time with landing. The kid with the shot gun looked pretty impressive with the massive ramp of ice, similar to his own ability but on a much large and less fine tuned scale.  He summoned a sword of ice, which was as always decorated with carvings of assorted things depending on his mood.  Currently the decorations were of maps and daggers and other adventurous things. To make it even better is was in the shape of a machete.  "Better than any mood ring I'll ever find" as he had always told himself.  He then walked into the forest using his sword to cut a path through the undergrowth.