A guy charged him with a book, further cementing his theory that all dragon's are morons of the highest order. He grabbed the book as the grunt swung it at him, grabbing said grunt by the shoulder as he ripped the book out of the grunt's hands and proceeded to beat him across the face with it. 

"Hey.[b]Bam[/b] Bitch.[b]Bam[/b] You.[b]Bam[/b] Just.[b]Bam[/b] Got.[b]Bam[/b] Annnnnd he's unconscious, damn, at least man up enough to let me finish my joke." Jack dropped the grunt as two more charged him from either side, doing a nand stand as he spun-kicked both attacker's right in their jaw, before flipping back up with a 'Whoop'. [i]'Man, the fight barely started and their dropping like flies.'[/i]

Suddenly a yell came from his side as he saw that Milo guy break one of the grunt's arms. [i]'Yikes, glad he's on our side, man, that's a brutal style if I ever saw one.'[/i]  Re-focusing on his fight, he was met with a swing to the face by one of the sword wielding grunts, opening a cut on his face as it hit. Jack went with the flow of the strike, using the momentum to power his iwn kick, a spining reverse roundhouse right to the guy's face, following it up with a jab to the throat then a kick to the balls. He'd held back on the throat punch so he didn't kill the guy, but he'd gone full throttle with the cheap nutshot, nit caring if the guy lost his ability to procreate. If he was in this gang, he didn't deserve it anyway.