Elijah's spine was practically screaming as he nearly bent in half over the edge of the table, but that was nothing compared to the fury unleashed upon him once the wood snapped and he was trapped beneath Jack's weight. No matter what he did, the other man was landing blow after blow. Somehow contorting his body, Elijah placed one foot on Jack's stomach and shoved with every ounce of strength he had left, pushing him off and backwards through the window and into the backyard. Once the relentless beating ceased, all he could do was lay there, pant, and take inventory on everything that hurt. He was pretty sure he had a few broken ribs and possibly a broken finger or two, but he was alive. Almost immediately Marabelle was on the move, making her own assessments of her injured son. "This is more than just her, Amy." She stated matter-of-factly. If she hadn't walked in on her daughter and Jack this morning, she would have agreed, but there was more to this situation than just that.