Zios held the beam for a moment, not realizing the danger until it was nearly too late to do something. The glowing motes in his eyes swiveled around in recognition of the difference in energy coming down his own beam. He separated from the channeled beam. As his own power tapered out the green energy from Zelraka was made clear. The beam clipped his forearm, drawing blood as he pulled away. It was too late to have evaded that completely. He raised his phantom claw to cover the spot. Despite the wound he seemed unfazed. Likely plotting something to make up for the error in judgement.

	[color=#e52b50]"My introduction will be settled later. This is Zelraka with every troubling implication you can imagine."[/color] Zios peered outside the hole behind Zelraka at the troubling storm. It wasn't normal. He could see it as the others could not. Past the clouds, like the atmosphere was tearing and a terrible blackness beyond. The Veil that separated them from the abyss was thin. Time was running out. His eyes passed to the up-staircase as he considered his options. [color=#e52b50]"Get this thing outside! He'll beat us in these close quarters. I can promise you that."[/color] Zios commanded. He stepped wide, feet shoulder-width apart, facing toward Zelraka. He let go of his arm and blood dripped freely to the floor, instead separating his hands as if pushing his arms to the sides before flipping his palms up. Silver energy collected around him, brightly lighting up his being and the surrounding room.

	[color=#e52b50]"Outnumbered four to two. Let's see how good you are with that reckless power."[/color] He directed at their fused adversary.