The Zu can't take the series of swift strikes of a blade that burns. It decides that it needs easier prey. Somewhat wounded but not out, the Zu retreats. Zero lets himself fall. He calls out as he commits to a dive towards the ground. "Never better. It should leave us alone for a while. If it doesn't, shouldn't be a problem."

Unless it brings friends, but, for now, that doesn't seem to be the case. He lands with a thump and shuts off the saber. He settles it back into its charging station. His wings fold up against his back. "I take it your new feathers happened during the storm?" His did.