When he had gotten up, he'd started trying to resummon his fire, trying to be discreet about it. He counted the seconds between then and charging at Damon.

Jacob sees the blade and barely has time to react. He moves under and to the side, getting a rather large gash along his left arm. He winces, but attempts to use the ground he's gained. He swings his right arm around, flames encased around it, aiming for Damon's stomach.

"Believe me, I have no intention of dying!"