[ Unlike that cute blond he's always hauling around these days, when the flashes hit, Zack doesn't stumble. There's the toxic chemical smell of mako burning in his sinuses, the hushed sounds of the world outside his glass cage, the touchless purgatory of scratching and scratching and scratching against a tank and feeling nothing. For years. Years and years and years and years andโ
It doesn't make him falter, it makes him fight harder. The sword is holding him back. He swings it one way, sends it flying while he lunges the other, aiming to tackle his opponent to the ground. ]
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[ Unlike that cute blond he's always hauling around these days, when the flashes hit, Zack doesn't stumble. There's the toxic chemical smell of mako burning in his sinuses, the hushed sounds of the world outside his glass cage, the touchless purgatory of scratching and scratching and scratching against a tank and feeling nothing. For years. Years and years and years and years andโ
It doesn't make him falter, it makes him fight harder. The sword is holding him back. He swings it one way, sends it flying while he lunges the other, aiming to tackle his opponent to the ground. ]