Yzeira's eyes narrowed at the beam was stopped for a brief moment by Atlas' shield. Fortunately for Oz, the energy gathered behind him burned itself out long before it was able to pierce the giant arm-mounter barrier. His spear on the other hand, looked as if it was about to make headway on Yzeira's own barrier. But, inches before it reached him, the weapon split in two, as if it were struck from below by some unseen force, before clashing against the side of the magical coating that surrounded its target. And afterimage of crackling, flashing energy emitted from where the spear was struck. With Atlas now towering over him though, the field was becoming less and less hospitable for the immobile caster. [i]Not that he cared.[/i] From beneath him, a disk of red began to work its way down, securing a funnel of earth from the widespread destruction that consumed the terrain. The ground around Yzeira tore apart, leaving him with his protected pedestal, which prevented him from moving, but also from [i]falling.[/i] Yzeira looked up at Atlas, and began to amass energy within himself. Such a massive creature wouldn't be dodging one of his attacks. It would only take one [i]good[/i] strike to fell Oz's creation.