For a moment once he'd regained his senses Jack considers going to his daughter's aid but then he hears the pained whimpers of the one who'd taken his son from him over the ringing in his own ears as he rolled onto his side with another pained groan of his own.
"Cal." The weakened monster coughed obviously trying to distract his hunter daughter so her sister could gain the upper hand.
He can see her. Struggling as she was to drag her silver poisoned body towards the two battling figures of her sister and his daughter. The legacy who'd corrupted his little girl, who'd made Theo into the very monster the Burns family had grown up destroying for generations.
"Cal the Malkia." The beaten legacy coughed as if that should hold some meaning to the battling hunter.
No. it had to be some kind of trick. A reason for Cal to drop her guard.
No. Calliope could hold her own a little longer. He trusted his daughter. She wouldn't hesitate this time.
But this one.
This one was going to die tonight. Jack would make sure of that. Somehow.
A rustling above his head draws the human man's gaze higher into the darken canopy shading him the same time the warning hiss of a snake reaches his still ringing ears.
A snake, how poetic. He mused although he could see in some twisted way how a place like this could be considered a new Edan as he once again pulled in a breath of ripened peaches and the wet musk of the other lush vegetation the indoor oasis housed. Even tinted as the flavors were with the stomach-turning scent of blood, the combined aromas did calm him as Jack staggers back to his feet.
His gaze never once wavering from the first of the two legacies Jack would be sure to see die before the night was over. How he wasn't sure, but he had a few ideas on how to at least wound them almost as deeply as they had hurt him.
The tired hunter breaks off one of the smaller branches of the tree currently supporting his weakened body. Why he'd decided on this he didn't fully know just that the jagged edge of the piece now resting in his hand suggested something similar had been done recently despite all the other branches of the surrounding trees being intact.
The only broken tree in the forest. His salvation to end the life of the one who'd broken his family.
The serpent gives a sharp hiss when the hunter finishes pulling the splintered branch free as he made a quick check his target was still distracted enough, he'd be able to get close enough to use it, but Jack was already walking away before the thing could make a move to attempt to attack him.
His target was still attempting to crawl towards his daughter as the father spins his new weapon between his bloodied fingers. "You're not taking any more of my children from me." Jack vows in a whisper as he loomed over the crying monster. As if he would be swayed by her false tears as she rolled over onto her back to meet his hardened gaze.