Zach was starting to get tired from maintaining this magical lighting storm. Which is why Zach barely had time to react, before the blonde guy punched him in the gut. Despite the nature of the attack, it was surprisingly weak, and Zach wasn’t particularly hurt by it.
Instead of physical pain, a wave of uncertainty washed over him. He fell to his knees, and clutched his stomach as if he were in agony. Doubts clouded his mind.
Why am I even here? I’m not helping, I just get in the way. The others can do this better. Am I really cut out for this, or am I just trying to play catch-up to my cousin?These doubts paralyzed Zach, making it difficult for him to think clearly. He had never felt so unsure of himself, and the sensation was crippling.