[Its no small task. He can feel flesh melting in a way that's almost soothing, but its not near enough to calm the angry hammering in his chest. He wants to kill, he had been so ready to kill before he was attacked when he was weak. Nothing hit Jack harder than people who took advantage of his weakest moments, nothing made him angrier than those kind of people--monsters, heathens, friggen bandits.
His bones crack audibly as he turns his head to try and pull his jaw out of her hand, for no other reason than to continue pouting. It seems to have done the job, as his skin starts to smoke while his internal temperature cools down. Suddenly, he's quite tired alongside the dull burn down his entire left side.]
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His bones crack audibly as he turns his head to try and pull his jaw out of her hand, for no other reason than to continue pouting. It seems to have done the job, as his skin starts to smoke while his internal temperature cools down. Suddenly, he's quite tired alongside the dull burn down his entire left side.]