[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=6644ff]Jack Hawthorne[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/1071511694637006920/1107753925676900392/20230515_153755_0000.png?width=1111&height=625[/img][hr][b][color=6644ff]Location:[/color][/b] Limbo
[b][color=6644ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Magical Expertise, Magic Combat
[b][color=6644ff]Spells:[/color][/b] Shadow Scythe
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He knew it. Deep down, he knew she had to be Ananym. Watching Witchfire's face blur into the exact fact of Jack's dear friend, he almost missed the fact that Madalyne's father was killed right before their eyes. She grabbed Carolina, and they were gone.

[color=6644ff]"Ananym-"[/color] But it was too late, she had left them all for the wolves. Or rather, the demons. Madalyne incinerated Sym on the spot- He doubted the demon was dead, and was glad, since now he could still interrogate the little fucker. Annika, funnily enough, became a cute little bear and went on the attack. He watched them both, contemplating the once-peaceful battlefield for a moment as the demons circled them. He maintained his composure in the chair, and suddenly a weapon materialized out of nothingness in his hands- A scythe made of shadows, with an edge no duller than a strand of hair. Jack kicked his chair away, out from under him, and whirled the scythe overhead with palpable skill and fury. The demon who tried to ambush him from behind had its head removed in a quick swing, and Jack tried to lift into the air. But something weighed him to the ground. He could not help but feel that all magic was destabilizing in Limbo- How long would they have before they were unarmed? If they were all lucky, it was only a side-effect of his magic being based on another plane, during a time when multiple planes were starting to bristle. 

[i][color=6644ff]"CUT OFF THEIR HEADS! THEY DO NOT DIE LIKE HUMANS!"[/color][/i] Jack shouted, loud enough to fill the entire chamber. He jumped onto the table, kicking away teacups and silverware. 

Jack was typically a mobile fighter, he did not fare well in confined spaces. His magic depended on his environment to a degree, meaning open areas such as this were favorable. But with this many people, it wasn't easy to stay on top of the enemy. Especially when his magic wasn't cooperating right now. From this position, he could hack away any demons who would join the fray. More importantly, though- He could keep an eye on Sym's smoking body, in case that wretch had the strength to get back up. The moment Jack had the chance, he planned to wring that grapejuice-skinned [i]shitstain[/i] for all he was worth. It was a trick from the start, Ananym called herself Limbo's queen- If that was true, then where was Magik? In a realm such as this, their titles would no doubt conflict. She [i]had[/i] to be compromised in some way. Missing, busy, perhaps [i]dead.[/i] That would be just the thing they needed tonight- Two dead Sorcerers Supreme, now three. But if Jack was lucky, then maybe he could right that wrong. He had the purest form of life magic to ever grace the world resting in his pocket, after all.