Blood dripped from Zios' tightly gripped hand as he held the bladestaff vertical behind him. [color=#e52b50]"You speak of Oz. Know that I am no longer he even if he makes me. I do however understand what he felt. There was no joy in his decision. Only dedication and fear of what was to come. Oz was confident that the void creature's values had been sufficiently swayed. He reconciled that the eventual doom of the world by my hand was preferable to the immediate doom by yours. He had a certain admirable hubris that his will would win out in the end and that the immediate growth would win him victory for today."[/color] He swung the blade to the side, spattering Zelriane's loose blood from the tip across the black stone. [color=#e52b50]"Those things remain to be seen."[/color]

	With no further alarm he took a step forward and swung the staff for Zelriane's midsection.