As Ada scrambled away and the battlefield changed Oz dropped all the power he had been channeling. The veil faded and he glided to the ground. Ada was done. Whatever she had left seemed to have collapsed. There was a suspicious nagging that it wasn't her that shut off all that power. He had his doubts as to her simply running out of fumes. Something was amiss but it was unclear exactly what.

	The guardian jogged to catch up to the two. Ada was on her last feet, stumbling and retreating away. It was pathetic. Oz felt kind of sorry for her even with the truth racing through his mind of all the horrors she had committed. She was indeed a piteous creature, given too much power and never reined in.

	Oz slowed his pace to a walk as he drew close to the pair. Close enough to see Dacer slow down, his wounds and whatever else he suffered were catching up to him. Oz knelt next to Dacer and looked him over while keeping an eye trained on Ada. The Fist of Kario wasn't much of a killer. He was still a softy even at this time. He fully considered that his blows could have killed Ada earlier and had accepted it as the best solution but as she was now? He didn't feel it. No bloodlust or sense of true justice backed him up. His soul just ached looking at the torn apart witch.

	[color=violet]"Did you still want to finish this fight?"[/color] Oz addressed Dacer. [color=violet]"If your vengeance still burns I"ll help you sate it but I can't promise it will feel like you want it to."[/color] He reasoned. Regardless of Dacer's choice there was no doubt among the group. Ada needed to die.