"I will teach you nothing," Zelriane responded curtly, "But if you really lack any sort of approach, I will demonstrate further-" The last word faded, along with Zelriane's entire body, into an afterimage. The short-standing man was now crouched at Oswald's feet, knees low to the ground. With a mighty push of his legs, he thrust his left palm towards Oswald's chin at lightning speed with his entire body's weight behind the blow. Despite leaving the ground for a split second though, Zelriane seemed to have total control of his momentum in midair, keeping his feet parallel to the ground as best he could.