As Jacque came upon the scene and laid eyes on the trigger happy women he bared his teeth and snarled loudly at them as the bullets glanced off his skin leaving small dents that would later become bruises once he turned back. Tucking his head down, the metal behemoth of a man bore down on the group of women like a steaming locomotive, his skin glinted brightly whenever he passed under a light. As he drew closer, he remembered something that Bane had taught him long ago, '[i]Your opponents will come in many forms. You must face them with honor, but do not grant mercy until they beg.[/i]' he mused as his face contorted into a mask of unbridled hostility. Jacque swung his arms out as he came between two gangsters, he heard a series of cracks as he connected below their necks and broke their collarbones like twigs. The villain skidded to a halt and turned to face the group before pressing his boot down onto the injured collarbone of one of the downed women, "If you don't leave now, what I do next will make what just happened seem like child's play.". The further get his point across, he started to step down slightly on the gangster beneath his boot, grinding his foot as he did so.