The incoming attacks were undoubtedly fatal and would mean the loss of Atlas for a while if they struck. Regardless there was little to be done, if they weren't removed Yzeira would simply change their direction again. Atlas' hammer reshaped itself into a bladed wheel that the colossus held the center of. It reeled back and rolled the wheel at the ground. The war-wheel swiftly glided forward, picking up speed toward Yzeira's barrier.

	Atlas reacted with the little time remaining by jumping into the incoming spheres, projecting shields around its hands to catch them in individual bubbles and turn any resulting explosion away from Oz.

	Oz grimaced. Yzeira was picking his attacks and defenses both apart without barely even moving. He shook it off. There could be no losing hope here, he couldn't afford it and neither could his companions. He would buy them more time for certain! His body started to give off a violet aura. Wisps of energy seeped off coalescing into a multitude of rough spikes that gathered around him like shards of ice floating in the air. He strafed off to the side, away from Atlas. The circles and spikes all orbited around him until he would need them.