"I surprised her by being in her cave, and then I ran away." Jack said, grabbing hold of his claymore's handle, glaring at Crask. "Now friend, I do hope you aren't planning on trying to hurt me with that little sandwhich skewer of yours." Jack said, pulling on his sword... Only for it to stick.<br/><br/>"Oh bloody Hell..." Jack muttered, giving it several hard tugs. Unfortunately, he pulled too hard and ended up falling flat on  his face, grumbling as the sword easily slid from it's sheath, the end of the handle tapping against the ground.