Oz wasn't anticipating such an aggressive retreat. He crossed his arms in front of himself and pumped energy into his shield. The charged arrow exploded at near point blank range and blew him back as the unseen lightning arrow zipped at him from behind. He thought he was done with the arrow, completely unaware it was able to track him. It stuck him broad in the back of his right shoulder as he recovered from the explosion. He rolled through the air and skidded against the roof, finally landing on his hands and knees. The arrow had lost most of its initial momentum and being a tracking arrow that hand done a complete three-sixty it wasn't the prick that was lethal, it was the shock behind it. Oz's muscles spasmed as the electricity wracked his body. He was barely able to keep from falling flat on his chest atop the roof.

	By usual Oswald stubbornness he fought the torturous arrow's effects and reached back to the arrow to wrench it free. His projected a shield around it to contain the energy before prying it out so that the constant amperage wouldn't weaken his grip. He held the contained arrow for a second, even shielded in his grip it seemed to want to turn on him again. Oz applied a surge of pressure and force onto it, pulverizing it.

	The Fist of Kario knelt there longer than he would have liked but this was necessary. That shot took a lot out of him. At least he was in the clear for just this moment with the archer on the move. After a brief respite he forced himself back to his feet and glared at the sky. [color=violet]"I should probably try to do something about that."[/color] He pondered about the gathering storm. The unnatural clouds only grew. The arrows were likely used as lightning rods of a type. That would explain why the initial attack split partially into the sky. What could he do to fix it before nature took its course?