After what felt like forever, Jack finally stood up from the floor, still cradling the Spirit Wood like it was his newborn child.
"Alright Guess Lady Luck really doesn't like my handsome face," he muttered, dusting himself off half heartedly.
He glanced at Alina, narrowing his eyes. "I forgive you woman. But next time, don't throw anything at my face." His tone was grumbling, but not entirely serious.
Alina simply snorted and looked away, clearly not in the mood to argue further.
"Uh, bro…" Max's voice broke through. "We should… probably wear some clothes first."
Jack frowned. "What?"
Max pointed vaguely, looking anywhere but directly at him. Jack followed his gaze down now finally realizing his upper clothes were completely gone, shredded by the explosion. Even the lower half of his outfit wasn't doing him many favors. Barely enough left for modesty.
Jack looked around. The room was a wrec burned, broken and totally destroyed.
