Wouldn't want to mess with someone on the wrong time of the month.

[Jax agrees, though his voice carries a tad more venom. He's going to tuck his right hand behind him, under his kutte, where the pistol he got from the whacky Dreamscape flood is 'holstered' in his waistband.]

If we're so frail that we go down so easily, mustn't be worth your effort, huh? We're leaving. This doesn't have to go any further.