Jack is still decked out in the same gear that he had worn to the Temple in the first place. Light leather armor, with the long red spear imbued with a Dark Crystal. He had been expecting the fight the first time, had been pleasantly surprised that they could go get reinforcements. Fighting Palitutu felt like jumping through a hoop; this actually feels like destiny.

He lingers close to Chiaki. "Didn't bring the Custom Job for this. I drop, I'm not going to get back up on my own." Chiaki had probably already guessed it, but, for once, this isn't a fight where Jack's first instruction is to not waste heal spells on him.