As Cirka flew full force at the evil doer in front of him, he chanced a glance at the wizard to make sure he was fully per occupied. He looked at just the right time, it seemed, as a text bubble popped up over the mage's head. Though, for some reason, he couldn't read as fast as usual, and attempting to do so got him hit with a beam of energy. It didn't particularly hurt though, probably because he had gotten hit with so many similar projectiles before. Or, he meant, Cirno had, obviously. For some reason, he actually stopped and read the bubble, before it disappeared. 'Let's talk about this.' Hm. Was he not aware of Jack's evil powers? Or was this actually Jack at all? Most of the carpacians looked kinda similar, and he had never seen one up this close before... Hell, it could've been the Mayor, with the ring on! Cirka decided not to attack either of them anymore. They were probably good people. A shot rang through the nonexistent air, and some douche spoke up. [color=8189F1]"Alright, Whatever bullshit's started between you dorks over here-"[/color] He paused for a second and aimed the revolver at Cirka and his two new friends. [color=8493ca]"-you can knock it off. Else I might go ahead and knock you off."[/color] Cirka took a good look up and down of the man. Yeah, he was familiar... Nero, was his name, Cirka thought. Being his usual asshole self. Except when it was directed at Cirka it was a lot less funny. Mayor/Jack/Carapace/Whatever apparently agreed, as he charged the quarter-demon. Cirka shrugged and followed. Someone here had to be beat, probably, so why couldn't it be the one making the threats? A man in a chicken mask tried to calm Jack down, but as soon as Jack insulted him, the chicken man threw a baseball bat it him. Cirka was confident that Jack could handle chicken man even without the ring, so Cirka broke the ice block on his hand and grabbed his sword. Re-armed, the fae threw himself at another enemy, this time the demon hunter, hoping not to disturb the fight between the human and the carapace.