It happened so damned fast! Oz didn't see it coming, the only thing that saved him was his honed instincts from fighting. Jenso could see it as the dust settled, a dome that seemed to be projected into the rubble itself as it collapsed to the middle.

	Oz stared at it, shocked a little but also somewhat relieved. Unfortunately he had no opportunity for choices. Geode was so close when the implosion happened that he was caught up in the dome as well. It was a tight fit, the rubble crushing into the small space that the two were in. It was all Oz could do as he strained, pushing up with both hands to keep it from falling on them and finishing the job. Blood gushed from his left bicep where a barely contained piece of edged rubble slowly sank deeper. Jagged and broken pieces of rubble were held suspended, imbedded into the dome and sticking around on the inside at dangerous and awkward angles. Oz glanced back over at the fallen god just feet away. A path was there with dangerous debris stabbing into and littering the way. [color=violet]"You better not try anything..."[/color] He managed between strained breaths. Oz hoped he had the strength to push it back before he lost this fight of will.

	It was impossible for Jenso to physically see the results underneath.