In moments, Jack's gun dissolved into blue pixelation. He had at this point brought his attention towards whoever sent the blades and arrow his way-- and before he could say anything, Soysauce was taking his chance to attack him. Jack stepped back, dodging the gun with a growl.

"Out of the way, cupcake. You're attacking the wrong damn guy." He grunted, making it a point not to attack back. This party was officially busted, and he rose his hands up. Now that he, himself, was unarmed... he had no reason to want to kill the guy because he'd have to regroup to change his target back to the original bandit trash he had his eyes on.

What he needed to do now was look like the victim.

"They ambushed me, man. Self-freaking-defense."