[Jack seems pleased with the excuse to stab more things. Maybe this time it won't be as easy as these two here. Though, something seems to catch his eye.

It was that fucking windy kid. WHY DOESN'T THIS PUNK STAY DEAD.]

[Jack narrows his eyes in Grell's direction. You're next.

And then he's gone in a flicker. Did he vanish? No, he's just behind John.

Running a sword through his chest. John's eyes go wide in shock before Jack rips the blade back out.]