The man with the triangle glasses.
He stood before Jack. Katana in hand.
Dirk Strider said nothing as Jack rushed forward like a maniac, wielding his signature crowbar. He swung. Dirk parried the blow with ease. Even Jack's added Super Strength could not amount to Dirk's pure skill. He attacked again.
Again.
Again.
And again.
Dirk remained there, not moving, and unafraid. This really pissed off Jack. He attacked again, and Dirk reached up, grabbing the crowbar as it struck down. The crowbar stopped like it had hit an impenetrable barrier. Dirk swung with his sword. Jack tried to dodge, but he could feel his ear separate from his Head. Dirk had to pay.
But he didn't.
The officials found Jack. Missing an ear, with a hole right his chest, covered in his own blood. Dirk had won this time. Next time would be different. Next time, Jack would win.
Jack opened his eyes, and glared at his shackled self. He'd make Dirk pay. Even if it was the last thing he'd do. He ripped apart his Prison garb, and glared at the scar on his chest. He felt the remnants of his ear. Sure, these things weren't all that important.
But Dirk would pay with his life.