Alvios had some sound advice. With the mass of instant minions the witch had at her beck and call it would be pointless to cut them down for any other reason than to reach her. He just had to hope that her copies didn't express the exact same abilities they did. If her clones of himself had the ability to shield her this would be a little more complicated. And even if that were the case he did have a work-around.

	Oz overlooked from a building at the edge of Jeff's fortress, staring down at the burgeoning horde of purple figures below. It was time to take that advice to heart. He held his right hand aloft. Oz conjured his classic force spear in a display of shimmering violet light. With his other arm he pointed down toward Ada like he were using it to aim and measure his trajectory. Circles of arcane lettering wrote themselves in mid-air pointing toward his target like a tunnel. Oz reeled his arm back and supercharged the spear. It thrummed a deadly beat as the condensed force sought release. He hurled the spear at Ada. The shear velocity caused it to ripple through the air with an intense bang as it broke the sound barrier. [color=violet]"I hope you're arrogant enough not to dodge this."[/color]