As Rivet launched his combination blade into the fog, Xavier was able to feel each razor sharp edge as though it had caressed his skin every so lightly. He could feel the energy that was building within it, before it was suddenly released and the details of the blade would fade away; leaving an unshrinking and mobile gap in the mental image that was being created within his mind that had a 10 ft circumference. No doubt his opponent had managed to hide himself within the strange disturbance that held his energy back; but he did not remove himself from harm entirely. Infact, the entirety of his next and would actually bring him closer to death then if he had continued to flee along the stone wall.

As Xavier stood within his crater, an exact location still being withheld from Lord Rivets eyes, he contemplated what of the possible choices before him he would settle on for his next attack. That's when the bigger picture started coming together with every step Rivet took; as his energy remapped the empty spaces through which he traveled, Xavier became aware that several chunks of stone had been removed from the ground and left small to large indentations in the dirt. Then, as the winds picked up in intensity and began to shift to a twister, Xavier could feel apart of him spinning as bits and pieces of the interior of the gap in his fog; with the nature of a twister, it would be neigh but impossible for it to avoid sucking in any excess particles of the fog. In just a Few seconds after the wind had gained power, Xavier was able to see and feel the debris inside the twister as his particles were slammed against them. One by one, the particles would settle into the stone and dust against which they smacked; shifting each and every piece to a dull red color tone. It would be an unfelt and possibly unseen change; one which Xavier would wait to capitalize on until the perfect moment presented itself.

That's not to say that he was done; what had been done already took but a mere thought to engage and left much more time for Xavier to act. With his mind tracking Rivets location, the first solid movement came from Xaviers body as his right hand tightened into a fist; hundreds of thousands of his particles surrounding the wind gap adding physical density to their form by joining particles before these larger pieces would pile atop one another so as to create what would look like a large fist looming in the air. Unless Rivet possessed some sort of sixth sense that would allow him to detect this coagulation of energy, he would be left with little warning before this massive fist was brought down upon him; a striking surface of 5 foot long and 4 foot wide aiming directly for the top of his skull. The winds would do practically nothing to slow or divert this fist; with each particle shoving against those ahead of it, there was an incredible amount of force pushing it down.