Jack nods firmly, and draws the heavy sword. The knowledge of how to use the attack is just- innate, like the training got put into his mind. It's a little unnerving when he tries to concentrate on it, and finds that the skill comes just as easily as shooting a gun would. But he didn't learn it traditionally, so it doesn't feel like he understands it.

"Right." He raises the sword, focuses on the Soul Eater attack. He feels the drain of the magic as he swings down. Pain, should be making him feel weaker, but the sword is strong as it bites deep into the wood with a loud sound.

"Ow." He shakes a hand out a little, takes a deep breath to steady himself. "Hell of a trade-off, why do they keep doing this?"