Oz managed to swat Zelriane's thigh strike out of the air with a vicious downward parry from his arm. While he was able to defend himself there he was running out of options. He could feel the burn begin, it would develop into indescribable pain and any more would incapacitate him. This was almost like last time except this time he was down one limb. Oz was alone, out of options and getting ever nearer to defeat.

	[i]Alone?[/i] Oz projected another shield around himself. [i]He was never alone anymore,[/i] even if he wanted to be. He fell to one knee, the pain was blossoming. He looked down and closed his eyes. Oz was no longer himself, his own man. He hadn't been for a while now. He had become something else, not quite a monster but definitely no longer a man.

	Energy began to fume out of Oz's skin. He wasn't gathering anything, it was being expelled into his surroundings. Mixed in the purplish hue were streams of green; Zelriane's agoniki. Beads of sweat ran down his body and dripped from his face. This was taking its toll on him. Oz looked up and opened his eyes, staring through Zelriane. They shined a brilliant violet, illuminating his face. [color=violet]"I hope you didn't forget that you're the reason I'm here."[/color]