Zelriane winced at the sound wave, but backed away and waited out the resounding shock wave until it petered out into nothing. His hearing was particularly honed, but no so sensitive as to fall prey to something like a loud thunderclap from so far away. With his new position, several yards away from Oz, he began to fire repeated bursts of pressurised air across the room, waiting for an opening. If he could land a clean [i]Akari,[/i] they may be no need for a drawn out battle against this big lummox. He'd just need to hit him when his barrier was down, and find a way outside his range of vision. One, two, four, six, twelve, a bombardment of wind-pressure spike zinged across the room, all aimed for vital points on Oz's body while Zelriane danced sideways, strafing around Oz, who now literally had his back against the corner, despite the room being perfectly [i]circular.[/i]