Zelriane hopped, slid, and jumped through the spikes in his path, continuing in his circular path around the room, for a few more seconds, anyways. Then his body appeared in front of oz, standing firm in his typical stance without the energy encompassing his legs any longer. [color=007236]"When somebody is too big or [i]durable[/i] to strike, there's one solution that typical martial artists put into play."[/color] Zelriane lowered his body to the ground, bending his knees and demonstrating his flexibility. [color=007236]"Grapples."[/color]

	The ring of energy from before, the one that surrounded the room's outer edges, continued to spin without Zelriane within it. The sections of Atlas that emerged were blown away by the centrifugal force. He was surrounded by a rotation moving at light speed. The entire room was beginning to heat up at this point.

	[color=007236][i]"Hadoron shūshuku"[/i][/color]

	The ring of light rapidly began to contract, narrowing to a blade that aimed to constrict the entirety of Atlas, or break straight through to Oz. If he managed to pop the overbearing monster of an aura that Atlas was, or fully constrict him assuming it could resist the super-heated beam of light before it, then Oz would be open. He was waiting for that moment, crouched like a tiger and prepared to strike.