"If you had just allowed me to take that book-" Zelrian paused when Oswald tossed up a substantial amount of dust, and his eyes widened, scanning for Oz's movement as aptly as possible. Once he found his location again, pulling up a pole from the ground, he began inching towards him, "-None would have died. But now!"

	With another palm thrust, Zelriane did indeed move to disarm Oswald, but his movements suddenly changed from futile attempts at precise counters, to a wild tornado of strikes. Zelriane sighed and weaved past one of Oswald's swings with his left hand pulled close to his mask, and aimed his left palm to strike his target directly in the gut with a much more powerful blow. The time for holding back was long gone. Zelriane had grown impatient, and moved to end it as quickly as possible. "All shall perish!"