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Zach fidgeted in his seat as the briefing occurred. Finally, he leaned forward, his hands resting on the table, and spoke up. [color=darkviolet]“Yeah, I’ll say something.”[/color] Zach began. [color=darkviolet]“Nymph and Rain pretty much hit the nail on the head with everything that happened. We were outplayed, outmatched, out everything. Deathstroke knew what we would do before we even set foot in that swamp. That’s kind of terrifying, not gonna lie. But I have the utmost confidence we’ll get KJ back.”[/color]

Zach leaned back in his seat, tapping his fingers on the edge of the table, debating whether to bring it up. After a moment, he sighed and sat forward again, [color=darkviolet]“I went up against this meta. Blonde guy, cocky as hell. His powers were… weird to say the least. He wasn’t just hitting me physically—he was messing with my head. Like… planting doubts. Every time he hit me, I felt like I wasn’t good enough, like I didn’t belong on the team. It wasn’t just trash talk. It was more than that. It almost worked. But I managed to punch the guy out. And I’m so proud of myself!”[/color] He clapped his hands excitedly. Then, he cleared his throat and regained his composure. [color=darkviolet]“Anyway, I don’t know what his name is, or what his deal was, but can we keep him on our radar? I don’t like having someone mess with my head like that, and if Deathstroke has someone like that working for him, well, who knows what could happen.”[/color]

Zach paused, then smirked. [color=darkviolet]”Also, for the record, next time we’re in a swamp, I’m bringing a mosquito repellent. That place was hell.”[/color]