[That amusement is felt, washing over Zack in a way that feels natural — truly, communicating like this through thought is not as weird as he would have imagined. He breathes carefully as he turns, gathering his focus and slashing in the direction on a small tree in the distance. He'd done so instinctively, naturally, giving the attack a target.
The tree practically explodes when the arc of energy from the blade hits it. That energy moves through Zack in a rush, leaving a breathless and almost euphoric feeling — but the euphoria is because of the destruction, the breaking down of something. Oh, what it would be to turn this power on something more worthy as an opponent!]
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The tree practically explodes when the arc of energy from the blade hits it. That energy moves through Zack in a rush, leaving a breathless and almost euphoric feeling — but the euphoria is because of the destruction, the breaking down of something. Oh, what it would be to turn this power on something more worthy as an opponent!]
Again. [He's already moving.]