"Nice job everyone. Milo, your stlye's brutal man, Amy, you rock, Koichi, your guy's never stood a chance, and props to our leader Angelo here, he was vicious." Jack was jumping in place, still pumping with adrenaline from the fight. He calmed down a little though when he remembered that he had a cut on his face from the sword, and that getting excited when you had a bunch if blood pouring out your face wasn't a good thing to do. "And I'm  oretty sure everything's fine, just got a cut on my face and maybe lost a tooth or two." JAck took a moment to swirl his tongue around his mouth, before shaking his head, "Nah just the cut, but compared to some other wounds I've gotten it ain't that bad." Jack's cut was on his cheek, and was bleeding rather profusely, but it was only a flesh wound and wasn't too deep.

Turning towards the fallen dragons, he helped Amy with the confiscation of their weapons, unable to kep from laughing at the guy's who had decided to use books of all things. He took all of them and put them in a corner, and if any of them voiced a complaint, quickly knocked them out with a blow to the head and tossed them towards the wall in a pile. Once he was done, he turned to the others, a slightly psychotic smile on his bloody face that was all too genuine. "Oh man, this beats street fighting by a mile and a half, but we need to clean this place up a bit if we're going to use it as a base of operations. Hey Angelo, can you think of anything we might need, just tell me man and I can get it to you tomorrow at the latest."