The nitrogen froze, as expected. However, several hundred pounds of sheer demonic muscle tends to overpower pesky things like freezing. The ice shattered, falling onto the ground in pieces. English threw another punch, aimed at the nasty wound on Jack's chest. However, given that Jack was apparently dead, the punch merely shattered his ribcage and separated his chest into two pieces. Okay, merely isn't the right word. At least it didn't kill him?
Lord English rose up and looked back at Carmen. "AND THEN THERE WERE TWO."
Lord English rose up and looked back at Carmen. "AND THEN THERE WERE TWO."