Gideon made a quick assessment of Zios' predicament. His fused ally would survive at least, and Zelraka's interest had clearly shifted away from him.

That suited him just fine. One less thing to worry about in a situation that had reached clusterfuck status a while ago.

No time for speeches and drawn out introductions. No [I]reason[/I] to dwell on the obstacles. Impossibility? 

[color=B0C4DE][I]'Irrelevant.'[/I][/color]

Gideon held out one hand, palm up, fingers splayed out. He curled in his pointer and ring finger, manipulating the air in a bubble around Zelraka's head. He clenched his fingers to make the bubble a psychical entity. 

Then he bent his thumb inward, draining the air out of it and creating a vacuum.

[color=B0C4DE][b]"Air lock."[/b][/color]

The two gauntlets that had once armored Jeff's hands had changed in the process of the transformation. A metallic armor coated his left arm and made a new, distinct gauntlet for the fused Gideon.

With a flick of his other wrist, two rapid vertical blades of wind imbued with Gideon's unique Ki and edged with sand at their razors, shot out of the gauntlet for Zelraka's shoulders.