That was either the absolute worst thing Jack could have done, or the only thing he cold have done. Ennis growled, his eyes wide, his fists at the ready. Arms and legs shot out, seeking contact anywhere he could land. He grunted with the effort, his breath ragged and uneven, his body driven by madness he couldn't name, or even pretend to tame. Jack had let it loose and Ennis wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, until he got it out of his system.