"Shoot." Jack simply said quietly to himself as he saw the huge tendril and how it got cut by the knight in armour. Jack hated magic, never liked it unless it was from magicians but from villains or heroes he hated it. Jack continued to fire shots from his sniper rifle and began aiming at a nasty cut made by the psycho on the motorbike. He had a few tricks up his sleeve if bullets to a weak spot didn't work.