[color=violet]"Right."[/color] Oz agreed. He took his staff in both hands and snapped it against his knee. The loud crack reverberated through the room. Now in either hand he held shorter rods of energy. The violet glow intensified from within them as he prepared to strike Shaidra.

	Ada just had to appear now. The worst thing to do was listen to her, give her any room at all. No words, Oz jolted toward her and swung both rods in a cross pattern. [color=violet]"We are long since beyond chatting."[/color]