Re: Mercury, Accord, War Machine, etc
Jack ... wasn't even running around and enjoying the slaughter. He had been, of course he had been, but he needed to light another cigarette. It was an inappropriate time to be doing it, but Jack was zapping anyone who got close enough to disturb him. Accord was brimming with energy, static electricity sparking in his hair every couple of seconds. He'd come prepared -- just as prepared as he was to run away at the first sign of his life being in serious danger.
"You'd think," he commented idly to Cait while he tried his damndest to get his lighter to light. Must've been running out of fluid. "That they'd have someone, you know ... powerful hanging around here, you know? Christ. I expected to at least be concerned for my wellbeing by now."