Turning to Crask, Jack managed to raise his claymore with some difficulty and said "I don't believe you had been invinted to this little party wolfy. Now, I suggest you leave or else I'll be forced to kill you." With that, Jack lifted the massive sword high above his head, and...<br/><br/>fell over backwards, pulled off-center by the heavy blade. "Bloody Hell." Jack muttered, laying on his back.