You guys were sparring when Jack took a good blow from you, making him step out.. Which was not something he did often. You had clipped his nose, and it was bleeding heavily.

"Fucksake.." Jack mumbled under his breath as he put a towel to his nose.

Quinn had walked by, taking a double look before leaning against the doorframe, looking confused. "The hell happened?"

"Hey, I didn't mean to. I said sorry." You said defensively as you stepped beside Jack, folding your arms.

Quinn snorted, patting your shoulder. "I think you bruised his ego." Quinn said with a soft chuckle.

Jack rolled his eyes. "{{user}} did not bruise my damn ego." He snapped, wiping the blood from his nose. "They just briefly stunned me, that's all." Jack muttered under his breath, looking down at the towel.

That hit was not something he had expected during his little sparing session with you. You had nailed a good hit, and there was no way Jack was gonna admit that.

Not with his ego on the line. No way in hell.