Another two punches, interrupting Jack as he spoke. a couple of teeth dislodged themselves from his jaw.
[color=f7976a]"-Three. I'm a shit hero? Whoever said I was a hero?"[/color]
Souta kneed Jack in the small of his back, hard and painful.
[color=f7976a]"I'm just a regular guy, doing what anyone else would do."[/color]
Another punch, continuing to thoroughly pulp Jack's jaw. One more, and the manager switched hands.
[color=f7976a]"Five."[/color]

As Jack began to speak, the manager continued working on his face, this time pulping the left side. The overall effect was that Jack looked and sounded like he was drunk, or perhaps clinically retarded, as he slurred his words and uncontrollably drooled blood all over himself. It was extremely surprising, actually, that he had shown so little reaction to EVERYTHING so far. He hadn't even given so much as a squeal when his arm was fractured, and he seemed to be completely ignoring the fact that his jaw was being systematically destroyed by an angry middle-aged man.

"He whuh shahagesh sha janshing jack
Nee ony escha froo a bac
Shanin taa a in ur one'ome
Zish cha'enge wih oo obercub
Ja viccor clabe inshen rive
Ja roosher wih shtad owing ey ried."

[color=f7976a]"-Eleven. What is he even saying?"[/color]

Then the place burst into flames.

[color=f7976a]"Psychics."[/color], Souta grumbled as Tough Love kicked Jack in the testes and shouted something over the inexplicable exploding gas cans, followed shortly by a sudden lunge at both Souta and Jack. All three tumbled backwards in a heap, Souta instinctively gripping down harder to keep a solid hold on his prisoner.

[color=f7976a]"WHY."[/color], Souta shouted as all three collapsed onto the tiles.