Zelrian followed the shard of debris with his hand and caught it by his side. It dropped to the ground undamaged, but as Oz approached in a tackling motion, Zelriane turned and attempted to use his own weight against him. He made a grave error in judging Oz's strength however, amd was torn from his feet, and launched backwards, but the green energy from Zelriane's hand had seeped into his body in the split moment of contact, and just like that, the end was in sight.

 Zelriane spun around backwards, rolling onto his feet once again, but he took no stance. "Agony of the void," Zelriane started, cracking his neck uncomfortably, "My magic will share a reality bending pain with you." As he said, the magic spread quickly through Oz's arm, and prompted a severe sensation of pain, beyond anything he'd ever felt in his life. It did no damage, and it was not dangerous, but Zelriane's magic was meant for nothing more than incapacitation and torture. Zelriane rubbed his glowing hand and the magical aura faded. "Pain that I have grown used to, ever present within my body. Can you even stand? Haha.."