Jason wanted to slam his head into something hard. Where the hell did the kid get a damn sword? Why the hell did Stacy let him have a damn sword? He shook his head and set his own fighting stance, wanting so badly to just reach for his gun, but instead he just held out his fists.

"You little snot! Damn Stacy couldn't even get this right. We need heroes, but pip squeak wannabes." And Jason knows that insulting the brat wasn't going to help matters, but oh well.