Oz took careful consideration of what was happening, his adrenaline was pumping and it was like everything had slowed down. There were a lot of ranged attackers and he didn't like it. They were aiming at what they viewed as the biggest threat. That same threat was his ticket to surviving this mess. [color=violet]Hope he doesn't take this this wrong way,[/color] Oz thought to himself. He hooked the hammer around Jenso's waist, pulled him closer with it and then proceeded to swing him away from the golems to a safer distance.

	They needed cover from the ranged attacks or they'd get screwed and fighting these things regardless was dangerous if they didn't have a better idea of how to counter them. Speed would be the best option but right now they needed to fly because this was only a small group out of the many they'd seen earlier. Oz whipped that same hammer around and in a pulse of energy the hammerhead formed into a speartip. He jumped back and threw it into the mess of cogs and gearwork overhead. [color=violet]"Jenso, keep moving! I don't think this will end well."[/color]