Storm watched in horror as the man pinned Jax to the wall using the knife. Outside, there was a loud rumble of thunder, and a flash of lightening. Storm stayed where she was, frozen by a mix of fear and anger. Even after the man spoke - Storm recognized his voice as belonging to the man she called a weirdo earlier - and started to try to cut off Jax's leg, she still couldn't move. The only movement she made was the motion of scratching her wrist, which had by now started to bleed.
Jax noticed the wrist scratching and the bleeding. "April, stop that,"
he said through teeth clenched in pain, always more worried about her than himself.
Storm stopped scratching and looked at the vampire, hearing the pain in his voice. She wished she had thought to bring her knives with her, because then she'd actually be able to do something. She would have looked around for something to use as a weapon, but knew there was nothing she could possibly use. All she could do was stand there and watch, feeling completely powerless. A large gust of wind rattled the door in its frame.
Jax wasn't feeling much better. Never in his extremely long life had he been in this situation. His knives were in his pocket, but on the same side he was stuck to the wall with, meaning he couldn't get to them. He could have attempted to get free of the knife, or at least the wall, but knew that would end up hurting a lot more than the pain of his leg being cut off, and the man could just bring up the knife in his hand to get Jax through the heart. Jax tried kicking at the hand holding the knife being used to cut his leg off, knowing it most likely wouldn't do much. After all, there wasn't exactly much room, but he put as much speed and strength behind it as possible, knowing he could break the mans wrist if he used enough force.