When he stood up again, Jack's ears were ringing like they only ever did a very long time ago, after he survived bombs going out in the battlefield. He dazedly looked at the destruction before him, pieces of buildings interspersed with dusty pastes of meats of different colors, then glanced back at back at the luckier part of the town.
His addled brain managed to form a regret at that moment, as he seemed to have been too fleet footed for his good. He had gotten too close to the source of the explosion, even though he could not have predicted anything at all.
