Kind of wishes he would've kept the flaming torch he fashioned at the start of this night. That would've been absolutely perfect now but no, he had to leave that behind. He instinctively falls into a position with his back to Jack, in some feeble attempt to at least sort of look out for each other once the wasps come a-swarming.
He gets a couple of punches out, but only manages to barely graze one of the wasps. This is... this is really bad. If it was just him he'd bolt right about now but abandoning Jack after that talk seems like a shit idea even to him and so he stays put long enough for the inevitable to happen.