A pair of silhouettes appeared in the light of the hall. Oz was here. He let go of the cat that had been helping him to reach the others. [color=violet]"Thank you."[/color] He said to it.

	The room was filled with a slurry of different magic attacks and moving characters. The others likely didn't notice his injuries just as he entered. Regardless of that, he stomped away from the aiding animal and into the fight. Oz reeled back his arm and swung it forward, releasing a wall of rippling, physical energy at Zelriane amidst his fight with Bruce.