"I got a whetstone," speaking of those. "But it's fine, it's tougher than it looks. Piccolo made it for me before he took away all the weapons. My girlfriend Yuna," he starts animatedly, pausing, then his energy dying some, but not completely, "--she had the original! Had this weird device where she could pull out a gun or a sword and a whole outfit to go with it. You would have liked it! No clue how it worked."

The sword begins to glow, gathering energy, a breeze around his form as he focuses now, if slowly. He usually needs to be more active first, but he's slicing a tree, not some fiends; the power shouldn't matter too much. So just give him the moment, let him take a step back, bring his blade out, before finally taking the swings: a blue shadow following the sweeps of his sword, slices faster than the usual, a bounce still somehow in his step.

It's not the cleanest thing, but just about three slices gets the tree to crack, tumble over and fall into the other nearby wood.