"So..." Lorenzo muttered, rising from the ground and rubbing his head. "The fools wish to make a fortress of wood? This means of walking to the forest, then walking back with a bundle of wood is... inefficient, to say the least." He drew himself to full height, rolled his neck to loosen up the muscles, and stretched his arms out to the side.
> Lorenzo: Do something awesome.
"EARTH IS MY POWER!!!" Lorenzo yelled, snapping his arms up to the sky, then drawing them back in and pushing them straight out forwards. A fresh oak tree, about as thick as a sewer grate and slightly taller than Gary Motherfucking Oak, burst out of the ground in front of him. Somehow, Lorenzo's cloak was inexplicably back on his shoulders, but he cast it off to the right and reached down to his waist. "Destello." There was a bright flash of light, and when vision was restored to those in the immediate area, Lorenzo was standing on the opposite side of the tree, his Leaf Blade in hand. He held the pose for about five seconds, and the tree finally toppled with a resounding crash.
"Here. Take this," Lorenzo said to the Medicham currently hassling Zee, waving at his log.