"Shining..." Zed stopped dead in his tracks, enthralled by that display. The hand that wasn't holding the sword almost absently started reaching out for those bright sparks--

--which kind of resulted in him hissing in pain at a few slight burns and taking a couple more steps back. Of course the light had burned him. It always did, in the end. Now he was just mad. Maybe he could try to swat the fireballs out of the air with the sword...