John struggles to turn his head far enough to the side so he can see Jack. He grins widely, revealing the fact that Jack had knocked a few teeth out, the works up a ball of spit in the side of his cheek. "Fuck you," he mutters, then spits the viscous mixture of saliva and blood at Jack, then jerks his head back, hoping to hit Jack's jaw.

(You can have Jack beat him to a pulp, but Mimic is intervening in my next post)