The aura around him began to spark more violently.
My aura is not for show.
He pulled the sword from his back, wincing slightly at the burning, and tossed it.
He grimaced as his armour reforged around the wound, until he faced the black fog.
Jakku aimed his palm at the floor.
He tore a hole three floors down, but was boosted into the air by the sheer power of his attack.