Zelriane pulled his arm back quickly and began circling Zios from below, slowly, keeping his eyes on the man as he floated.
 [color=007236]"You are mistaken by the very pride that you criticize to be unjust- The hypocrisy of the mortal mind is profoundly idiotic."[/color] With his stance still strong, his fists began to glow with speckles of green light. Spores began to emerge from his hands, and float around his knuckles like little fireflies, dancing erratically, but never leaving his 'grasp' for more than a moment. [color=007236]"Ponder it for a moment, if you would humor your own notions as nothing more than those of an arrogant fool- The same preface you place upon Yzeira and myself- My family- With little regard for our history or principals."[/color] Zelriane angled his upper body towards Zios slightly. [color=007236]"Principals. That is all you speak from, but what are they worth? Are you not imposing your ideals on me, yours, ideas born from a life no older than a young oak, with your power at the ready? Forcing, forcing, [i]forcing[/i] yourself into the wall that we've built in your way, unawares, ignorant, [i]stupid-[/i] What have [i]you[/i] to say of fulfillment? What [i]is[/i] that to you? What does that mean? Why would it mean such a thing? Why would you care? Why should [i]we[/i] care? Who's to say who's right and who's wrong? [b]Is it God?[/b]"[/color] Zelriane launched his left fist towards Zios, and followed it with his right, pulling back his initial thrust. The sparkles that surrounded his hands spat forth like start, and spun through the air towards him.

[center][color=39b54a][h3]'Itai Hikari'[/h3][/color][/center]