Zios dropped his arm from the staff and let it fall to the floor. He snapped his hand down, just barely catching Zelriane's forearm before the speedster made contact with Zios' abdomen. The grave expression on Zios' face said it all. Zelriane had nearly landed a death stroke. Every movement from here on out would be dancing around the edge of oblivion. All Zelriane needed to do next was use his withheld hand to strike with and this fight would end.

	The constellation of stars in Zios' eyes flared up. [color=#e52b50]"The intensity!"[/color] Translucent purple energy ruptured out of his left shoulder. Even as the energy bled outward it gained form as a clawed appendage. The familiar color and form lent it an air of how Geode's spectral form appeared. Motes of dark purple energy collected at the claw as he brought it forward. [color=#e52b50]"Allow me to reciprocate your enthusiasm."[/color] The dark orb growing in his claws pulled at an increasingly alarming rate.

[center][h2][color=#e52b50]"Black Hole!"[/color][/h2][/center]