Oz angled his shield against the arrow, deflecting it into the roof. Much like his earlier deflection, crash noises ensued as the arrow broke through to the ground level before stopping.

	In a plume of smoke Chaos had literally arrived. Or so Oz thought until Jeff sailed through the air at him. Wherever he just came from this was bad timing. Oz centered his focus on himself, increasing the value by which gravity affected him. With the boost to keep him on his feet, he braced himself and caught Jeff across the waste. With all the gentleness of a tank Oz dumped the wind sage on the ground and called out his avatar. [color=violet]"Atlas!"[/color]

	The brilliant purple visage appeared above him as if floating in the air. Atlas was not massive like before however, it was the very size of Oz himself. The Fist of Kario cut his hand through the air, directing the visage forward. [color=violet]"After all this I won't let you leave so easily."[/color] Atlas didn't so much fly as it crashed against the roof that Shaidra and the archer stood upon, plowing all the way through to the courtyard below at an angle. Maybe if he disrupted their footing he could keep the Order member from fleeing with their assassin.