"GAH! FUCKING CHRIST!" Jacque shouted as Nic slugged him in the shoulder hard enough to wrench it out of its socket. Using his free hand Jacque ripped Nic from himself and flung him onto the ground a bit harder than he intended to, "What the shit is your problem man!?" he hissed as he cradled the injured shoulder. There was a brief moment in which Jacque considered prying Nic out of the armor and beating him into the dirt, but the last thing he needed was to go into lockdown for assaulting a teammate, for now a dirty look would have to suffice. The scowl on Jacque's face only deepened as he saw what would be passing as the teams ride up ahead, as well as the paparazzi, "This day just keeps getting better..." Jacque muttered through clenched teeth as he began to walk towards the group minus Nic. Jacque would be damned if he had to carry Nic again.