Magnus's yellow eyes gleamed with approval behind the white porcelain mask, visible even through the narrow slits as he looked down at the arm buried halfway to the forearm in his stomach.
"Yes, yes!" His tone conveyed a profound sense of accomplishment that extended beyond a mere professional evaluation.
"You don't hesitate. Most would have paused, questioned, and deliberated before striking someone who claims leadership over an organization that's hunted your kind for generations. But you saw an opening and took it without a moment's doubt."
Jack's heterochromatic gaze meticulously observed Magnus's response, his arm remaining embedded within the masked individual's torso.
Golden lightning continued crackling around the point of penetration, arcs of electricity jumping between his fingers and the torn fabric of Magnus's clothing.
Then Jack withdrew his hand smoothly, his arm pulling free from flesh and bone with the same casual precision he'd used to drive it in.
