Zelriane cascaded around the beam like an low-orbiting stream of energy, narrowly avoiding direct contact while running up its length towards Zios with his fist drawn back. [color=007236]"Let your power speak-"[/color] Zelriane started quickly, arriving at Zios' feet, [color=007236]"-For your claims!"[/color] Zelriane brought his mossy fist upwards, aiming for Zios' outstretched wrist with a heft uppercut. The move was compact and precise. Zios only had one arm left, [i]still,[/i] making it a priority above all else. Of course, disarming him completely was an obvious ploy. One would expect as much. Zelriane hoped as much would hold through the upcoming engagements.