The two orbs that headed for Atlas reacted differently to being concealed. The lighter orb moved fast, and struck the edge of its bubble, disappearing and sending lightning-like tendrils through the rim of the bubble, destroying it in its entirety. The slower, darker sphere concealed in the opposite bubble, stopped, and began to pull the surrounding veil towards it like a miniature black hole, almost in an identical fashion to Oz's own technique. The only difference, is that it was also throwing bolts of energy towards the shrinking bubble, slowly peeling away at its shell.

	Yzeira had 5 orbs surrounding him now. While all of this was going on, he released a sixth, which joined the rest in revolving around their creator. He looked toward the incoming wheel cautiously, but instead of taking the brunt of the attack, Yzeira began to run width-wise, around the saw blade, and towards Oz's location. His speed wasn't all too formidable, but with the ground flattening and morphing around him, it was as if he was controlling the earth. That wasn't the case. It was once again a series of underground cuts and implosions which he used to manipulate the battlefield on a whim. He now had a straight path for Oz, and sent two of here spheres forwards. They began to spiral, leaving streaks of red energy behind them that formed into a double helix as they picked up speed in both their forward momentum, and rotation. The red gravity well in Atlas' bubble began to crack its edges, and the two lasers that had converged earlier, far behind Atlas and a long ways away from Oz's new position, finally fired another beam of devastating energy towards Atlas, expending themselves with the attack.

	Now Yzeira was closing the distance between himself and Oz. Had he given up on a long range battle plan? Or was he better in close combat than he let on? Perhaps it was a bluff? Or maybe he was just trying to pull Oz's attention away from the converging beams that grazed him earlier? The man's coat fluttered behind him, and two more of his spheres moved towards his hands, enveloping them in darkened red energy that hid his skin, and sharpened to two points like knives.