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[h1]Jack
Miyama Town[/h1][/center]

Running through the smoke, Jack growled as his feet flew with the speed he could muster as a Servant. Flying through the air, he found himself blinded for a split second before he returned to the earth and took off running once more.

The agility of a swindler was supposed to be found in a singular type of situation, Escapes. The very notion that a thief would run towards his mark rather than carefully approach only to vanish with their speed and trickery once the job was done was antithetical to the very notion of burglary.

But in this case, Jack knew he wasn’t to act as a thief. No, with this kind of fire, his first thought might have been to become a vulture, a bird to swoop down on the weakened and defeated to rob their corpse before disappearing with it’s spoils. His footsteps weren’t the ambling pace of scouting for corpses however. It was the full-tilt dash of a man with a target, a goal, who would not be stopped by something by a little smoke. Contracts weren't his style, but the reward was just oh so tempting-

Turning a corner, he spotted his own target behind the hazy air the flames cast, a proud figure, lifting a horn of sorts, it’s make pristine and wonderful, to blow into it. With a wry grin on his face, a blade forms in his own hand, a long thing of strange make, more suited to ripping and sawing, than the battlefield from all appearances. A step forward, and the Jack of before becomes a new Jack, a foot shorter and even faster, a tighter grip on his blade, and a wider grin on his face.

The final sprint.

And as the horn reaches the mouth of the tall man-

Jack cuts at his legs.

Giants shall topple.

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