The attack came with more force than was expected but it was just what he needed. Force and energy rippled off the shield until Zelriane's akari form broke through. The very friction caused by the opposing forces heated the room. This was not a desperate defensive measure. It was one he'd hoped to use against blatant heavy-hitters like Rajaka. One that was impossible to use against other order members like Adarina. As his shield cracked, Oz thrust his open palm against the technique. At first he was pushed back a foot or two across the floor without faltering. That was all the space it moved him.

	It became increasingly evident that the attack was losing its effect as the energy that should have been lashing and cutting Oz instead bounced off to the sides, collecting in the air like a cloud of raw blurring motion. Zelriane seemed to catch on quickly as he dashed around the arm and kicked off of Oz's chest to create distance.

	[color=violet]"With your eyes I'm sure you saw it. The moment I diverted your technique."[/color] He raised the arm between them and all that motion and energy forcibly trapped in the air swarmed around his hand like a great invisible gauntlet. [color=violet]"Let's see how much that would have hurt."[/color] It was a force-master's feat to redirect that much energy. If Zelriane had changed tactic instead of advancing his attack Anvil would have been in vain.

	Oz punched backwards, launching himself at an alarming speed straight at Zelriane's torso with a flying kick.