"Don't Worry About The Little Things In Life..."
"I Can Take Care Of Your Living Problem."
Jak was standing completely still as he smiled, when the kick landed it seemed to exert no force at all. Then the scythe swung around and the space that Jak had previously been occupying was empty. "Cocky? Oh no. I just know things that nobody else bothers to pay attention to." He was standing behind Alec with half lidded eyes and a sadistic grin. A finger lightly prodded the Reapers back as Jak returned the kinetic energy he had stolen from the kick back into the body. The simple poke could carry the same force as the kick was supposed to wield.
"I'm a very complicated individual, there's a reason I don't lose fights and that's because my creation was simply to prevent that kind of thing. Whereas yours is all about destiny and following life goals. You'll probably fall in love eventually and then you'll maybe see your flaw."
Jak's other fist came from above with enough force to crush an automobile as he arched his back. The black eyes seemed to dance with joy now, violence was where he thrived.