Yzeira was content with his position, but his composure quickly changed as he stood up, straightening his back and lowering both hands to his sides. The red streaks in his hair began to fade away, one after another. 

	Behind Oz's previous position, where he stood upon falling under fire, the two lasers struck each other at the end of their paths and converged into a singular orb of violently rotating red light. Yzeira began to walk slowly away from his small platform, and down towards the stabilised ground beneath him, letting his arms sway casually at his sides. By then, his hair had returned to its normal ginger hue, but his eyes still glowed with a tinge of ferocity. The orbs the surrounded him began to fuse together, not changing shape, but rather, changing in composition. They were reduced to 7, which rotated around his waist like a small belt as he walked forward, held in pace unconsciously by his energy. His footsteps at this point were leaving small reddish prints in the tossed dirt, trailing behind him slightly as he continued to channel energy in his gut.

	[color=ed1c24]"This will not change much of anything,"[/color] Yzeira whispered under his breath, speaking to himself with a hint of frustration. Two of the orbs that orbited his torso floated away. One headed slowly for Atlas' massive torso, darkening in hue as it grew closer, while the other began to pursue Atlas at a much faster rate. The patterns within the orbs became more violent, as if they concealed raging winds that gave them their perfectly spherical shape, but didn't hint at the capabilities they possessed. But it was safe to say, they were not about to give Atlas and Oz a [i]massage.[/i]