Oz zipped by another tendril, swinging haphazardly out of its way and continuing his ascent. He just kept weaving and bobbing back and forth to avoid the assault. The witch wasn't letting up and she seemed to be exerting most of her focus in his direction. The way he could tell, she was getting ready for something else with the overly sized tendrils. Zipping up and away, Oz splashed into a set of clouds.

	Most of the technology Jeff dealt with was strange, Oz wouldn't have known how to use the radio he was given had he not already been taught before the battle. He keyed the button and spoke through. [color=violet]"I have no opening. I hope you gents can see it on your end."[/color] Oz learned enough about the last impact he'd used to know it would probably work but the platform Ada was on might as well be counted for lava. It was all her zone. 

	[color=violet]"Just give me a direction. I don't have much time to think right now."[/color]