Jack folded his arms at his chest as he carefully watched those who decided to take their equipment back so soon in the "game". He slowly shook his head as a number of those who were so eager to grab their weapons went and did so. Can they not see this trap ahead of them? Why would this God of Hell take our weapons only to give them back right away... something's not right... Jack thought to himself as he waited to proceed further down. "Fools..." He would say quietly to himself before adding "I'm going to wait till later for my sword, I have enough power to hold out for now..." As Jack waited for the others to rejoin the group after grabbing their weapons, he would look to other members of his so called "team". Studying each of them for a brief moment, then moving on to do so with the next one in his line of sight. Jack seemed to have found something of interest in each of the them, though the one who interested him most would be Megatron. A man of metal... Almost like the golems that roam Albion... but bigger and metal...