Zelriane huffed at Zios' words. This wasn't a game, and he didn't very much appreciate it being treated as such. The short moss-covered man waited patiently for the horse-like creature to approach. It was be easy to dispatch like Fotia was. But before it could get within striking range, Zios' fired another one of his destructive lasers, headlong and through his own creation. Zelriane's eyes narrowed, and he stepped aside with as much grace as he could muster, flanking around the charging unicorn and the Neo Ultima beam, towards where Zios stood. He was upon him in seconds.

	[color=007236]"[b]This.[/b]"[/color] He rose his hand, [color=007236]"Is [b]not[/b]."[/color] bent his arm slightly backwards, [color=007236]"A [b]GAME![/b]"[/color] and thrust it forwards, reaching for Zios' closest appendage as quickly as possible.