"Seemed pretty organized to me," Jack muttered as he glanced back towards the window. When he glanced back, the scythe was there and Jack flinched before realizing it was golden and not black. Everything about this guy was the opposite of Pitch. If this really was the same person, then what happened?

"I can protect myself. I think it's better we try to just get out of here rather than trying to distract them," Jack replied, resting his staff on his shoulder. "You can't fly, so it's probably better if I help you get out of here faster."

He looked around the warehouse, what could they use? Of course, it also depended on his the General was willing to go on a sled ride.