Zach flails backwards, taking off his hat and tapping one side of it with his wand. A vortex pulls up several of the stray bolts of magic, as he tries to protect the less battle-experienced members. He's thrown onto his back from the recoil of the spell though.
As Victoria points out, however, the magic is overbearingly indicative of Order. As stable as a mountain. That much raw power, if chaotic, would have ripped apart his hat's enchantments at the seams. No pun intended.
"No... I'm fairly certain he's got more, Blood. Thankfully--" Zach taps the opposite side of the hat, even as he gets up to one knee. "--so do we." He braces the hat in the crook of his arm like a miniature cannon, preparing to fire the energy back.
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