Jet shakes the vibration in his bones from his hand, bringing his fists up in a loose defensive stand. He's not the best at hand-to-hand, in spite of his height, and he knows it. It's too easy for dracs to get the drop on him, break bottles over his head while he's keeping his eye on the action further away. Put him behind a gun, and he knows what he's doing. This?

Well, he's not the best at this. He stumbles back when Ghoul up and springs for him, nailing him in the gut with his skull. He tries to brace his feet into the dust to hold his ground, but it's tough when the air's been knocked from your lungs. Use your height, come on.

If he can get Ghoul in a lock, pin him down, that'd be a quick way to settle this. Big bear hug from your buddy Jet, come on.