It's amazing what focus can do for the mind. Confusion and uncertainty fall to the wayside; right now, there's a fight at hand in front of him and kids that need to be protected behind him, and that's all he needs to kick into gear and stay there. There's a fierce triumphant satisfaction swelling in his chest as the thorns tear through the nearest Nox and severely injure the next one. Well, if that worked...

A gust of wind tears through the air with concussive force, dragging razor-edged leaves in its wake and slicing any Nox in its path to ribbons. It's a show of sheer power he never could have managed before; he's become greater than the sum of his parts, and it's only that same focus - there are people here who need protecting and you're the only one who can do it - that keeps him from stopping and marveling at it.