"You've no knowledge to offer that I don't already possess," Geode assured Oz, conjuring up a thin mist around his body once again, "The more time you allow me to re-constitute myself, the less likely it is that your deaths will be [i]painless.[/i]" Something began to pulsate in Geode's body, rumbling across his chest and unsettling small shards of obsidian stone from the cracks created by Oz's earlier attack.