All he needed was some cover fire at his back, so that he could face toward toward the spiraling arm of the fearlings without worry. Thankfully, Mami turned out to be great at providing it.

The wind caused by the movement of the shadowy creatures ripped at his clothes as he turned his staff towards them. White-blue light arced out of it like lightning and blasted at the cluster, but instead of freezing it, they scattered right before it hit - and started swarming towards him in haphazard movements.

It had been a trick to draw him out. Mami was covering his back just fine but she couldn't cover that and his front.

"Aw, peanuts," Jack said, as he was suddenly stampeded by them in mid-air, disappearing into the cloud. They seemed to be trying to swipe at him enough to scratch away the ice to get to his skin. He could be seen thrashing in the center of it, freezing them, being buffeted about like he was trapped in a whirlwind. He clearly needed help creating an opening to get out.