[Jack's emotions well and ebb like molasses at times, and even then they're not always recognized. "Anger" and "fear" aren't as tangible to him as "hate", but the latter is something that he feels so infrequently it's almost just as foreign.
Still, the former two - while very slow in coming - are easier to separate and put a finger on than paler, happier emotions. There's an unpleasant choking sound when his ribs are kicked, and he turns his head just barely in time so the medical kit doesn't take his eye out. He can feel it hit the bone of his socket, though, and it's in that second that he both recognizes his angry panic and is swept up by a rush of adrenaline. Bloody and dizzy as he may already be, he's lunching forward on the offensive, swinging his fists forward somewhat blindly.
An attempt to be getting up may also be happening, but he's more focused by far on attack. He only has so much focus and energy to dedicate, in the end.]
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Still, the former two - while very slow in coming - are easier to separate and put a finger on than paler, happier emotions. There's an unpleasant choking sound when his ribs are kicked, and he turns his head just barely in time so the medical kit doesn't take his eye out. He can feel it hit the bone of his socket, though, and it's in that second that he both recognizes his angry panic and is swept up by a rush of adrenaline. Bloody and dizzy as he may already be, he's lunching forward on the offensive, swinging his fists forward somewhat blindly.
An attempt to be getting up may also be happening, but he's more focused by far on attack. He only has so much focus and energy to dedicate, in the end.]