Jack made his way over to the pile of scrap metal, pulling out one that was dome shaped and appeared to be big enough for the general, but Kozmotis would have to give the okay. With a sweep of his staff, he made a solid road of ice shoot straight toward the door, stopping just before it.

He laid the dome on the ice. "Alright then, hop on. I promise, I won't let you get hurt, it'll be fun."

Jack didn't mind fighting, but given how many of those troopers there were. He really didn't want to get tangled up in them and who knew how long Pitch, er, Kozmotis would last. With a hop, Jack was airborne, his clothes billowing slightly from the Wind keeping him aloft. He waited for the general to get on.