Yzeira's eyes flickered and he pulled his right arm back, clenching his fingers tightly enough to dent his skin. He flattened his left hand, extending a sharp aura beyond his fingertips and shifting his body further forwards. Before the fireball even changed, he directly aimed his knife-like energy towards where it would be a few seconds later. As the fireballs changed in shape, the angle from which Yzeira struck, hit the flat edge of the fan, and instantly dispersed the technique in a small puff of thin smoke. He stepped forward again and dropped his right hand towards the ground, palm open. A seed of energy dropped into the cracked tiling below him and he turned his back towards Jenso, raising his energy-sharpened left hand up to chest level.