Orobo's fist was larger than a small house, and spread even wider when he unfurled his fingers. Jenso himself felt the earth around where he was grappling push forward as well, shaping into yet another fist. It continued to move out, faster and faster, attempting to launch Jenso off the mountainside. If he was launched, he wouldn't be able to return like Dacer had. Jenso had to find a flat area quickly.

	Fortunately for him, the mountain was littered with relatively flat plateaus, but the closest landing was far above. He would have to make it there without getting launched off, or he would meet an untimely fate..