Jack glances over at him, a little surprised, but then thoughtful. "I think you probably could. That other form of yours looked very strong." He scratches behind his ear nervously. "Though mine is, too. Fighting it would be... not the best. We would both be hurt. Necessary if there is no other choice, but you might be able to let it chase you away from people, or even convince it that you are-- not a threat? Not running away and not fighting usually means it leaves you alone."

He makes a face. "Most people run or fight."