Jack gave a startled cry when his head collided with the round. He looked up just in time to see a hooded figure snap his ice staff in two. The pain that shot through him brought stars to his eyes as it spread through the rest of his body. He tried to grasp at his chest where the majority of the pain was originating from but something was restraining his arms. He heard chanting coming from all around him but he couldn't make out a word they were saying. His vision was blurry and everything looked felt like it was in motion. Suddenly the pain doubled and he screamed out, hoping that someone, anyone would hear him. Within moments the chanting dissolved into yelling and panicked screaming, and whatever was restraining his arms released him.

"No it's not complete, we have to finish it" Using the last of his strength Jack pushed himself up and scrambled to get away from where ever he was while they were distracted, only to run into someone. Jack's eyes shot open in surprise and he wearily looked up, only to see Pitch Black. He sagged in relief. If he knew one thing, it was that Pitch would never do something of this magnitude to him. And if he did, he would have made it known that it was his doing from the start.

"Frost?" He asked in complete surprise, and if Jack wasn't so tired he would have questioned why Pitch had sounded so unsure of whether it was really him or not.

"Pitch... help." He managed out in a strangled breath, and if he had stayed conscious just a few moments more, he would have realized that his voice sounded much more feminine than it had just a few minutes earlier.