Jim is many things but gracefully efficient in combat is not one of them. It shouldn't matter whether this is a simulation or not, but it does all the same. Just like his marks in his combat classes were never stellar despite the things he's lived through, right here and now Isidor is mopping the floor with Jim. Or well. Polishing the coffee table.

A loud clatter sounds through the apartment as Jim stumbles forward and knocks his big head against the coffee table leaning lengthwise where it fell on top of the couch.

"Motherf--!" And now he's on the floor bleeding like a little bitch. Truly the most formidable man in the galaxy right here. "Okay, okay stop! Ow. Fuck, oww. All I'm doing is looking like an idiot here."