Jacque stared at Johnathan hoping for al the world that he wasn't implying what Jacque thought he was implying. When Johnathan's expression failed to change, Jacque audibly swallowed and let out a small, shaky sigh, "Fine...I guess I have no choice." he said hesitantly. Jacque would never admit it, but he was frightened by what he was about to do, after all the ability to control blood was present in all water elementals, but it was used primarily by those of a malicious nature, as opposed to a benevolent spirit, or in Jacque's case, a neutral one. Jacque closed his eyes and concentrated, taking a few moments to connect with the blood flowing through the veins of the injured soldier and Zelos and doing his best to ignore the vile feeling that squirmed amongst his insides. Jacque willed the blood to stop, however he knew that they needed more blood, "Come to me..." Jacque whispered seemingly to no one as he made another connection. The spilled blood on the battle field began to undulate and pool together, any blood type that was not O or O negative was instantly rejected from the forming pool, Jacque needed the universal donators for these soldiers, there was no risk of rejection from the body that way. The elemental's eyes snapped open, flashing a brilliant shade of crimson, "COME TO ME." he snarled viciously before being hit by a wave of nausea. The pool of blood began to stream into the cave like a miniature stream, rolling over and around rocks and detriment, yet somehow never picking up any of the debris. Jacque wretched as the blood pooled around him and began to seep into Zelos and the soldier, "Hurts..." he coughed, halting the blood flow before it could finish its work. Jacque clutched his abdomen and wretched again.