Jack straightened, holding his hands out wide. "You seem a decent fellow. I hate to beat you."
He waited, letting Frank come for him, knowing just how much his opponent's reach had grown. Definitely something to watch out for, and nothing he could play around with. At least not in the usual way, not with someone this good. He almost found himself wanting The Bomb. Almost. A quick glance over to Victoria not paying attention to him and...who the hell was that tall guy? His eyes hardened imperceptibly. This wouldn't do. This wouldn't do at all.
His mind fully back on the fight for the hope of what came after, he stopped jawing and dropped into a wide crouch, almost catlike in its proportions. Bringing his glow to life, he shot along the ground on all fours, kicking up dust, moving first to the left, then the right, blazing a path straight to Frank's left, before suddenly changing direction the moment he sprang into the air. Coming across Frank's front while in a guarded whirl, he ended in a series of rapid-fire spinning kicks all over the head and upper body in the opposite direction from which his attack had originally come.
Victoria had been about to apologize for intruding when Honoria grabbed her arm and pointed, cheering wildly. "Lookit that!" And she had to admit, the sight was impressive. How Jack managed to even move like that boggled the mind.