The Seven is just about to bring its bat down on Alex's back when Hajime runs it the fuck over. The clatter of the bat falling to the asphalt snaps Alex out of his reverie in time to notice the Jack stirring. He jumps on the card before it can rise.

Thus the battle has been won. The King and Seven are flattened, the Eight cut in half, and the Jack is pinned under Alex's weight.

Alex takes a moment to catch his breath and sort out the fishing knowledge that had flooded his brain after the Echo. What even... Why fishing?

He casts Hajime an odd look. "Why jellyfishing? I mean, jellyfish. Is it supposed to be?"