As wind whipped past Zack's face, a semblance of a plan began to form. It wasn't concrete, and it was more instinctual than anything else, but it was better than nothing.
However, before it could even be put into motion properly, he felt the pull of gravity bringing him back down sooner than he expected.
'Fuck, I forgot about how heavy this armor set was!'
Despite that fact, Zack felt as if he could still make this work. Thus, as he fell downwards, the Saw Blade technique flared to life around his Mendmetal Longsword.
With mere moments to spare, Zack dished out a violent horizontal slash into the lowest joint of the field boss's left front leg.
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The damage output surprised him, but he only had a thin window of time to take advantage of what he had just done.
Zack reached outwards with his free hand as quickly as he could, jamming his arm into the gash he had just made. Blue blood sprayed out onto him, and his momentum came to a halt.
