[color=violet]"Finally. Just the two of us here."[/color] Violet energy enveloped Oz's busted arm. He flexed it and whinced. It was painful but necessary. There would be no holding back from here on out. Everything was on the line.

	Oz raised both hands like he were lifting an object. Violet energy danced around them to evidence the power at work. Sand and debris started sliding toward Yzeira. As far as the two of them were concerned the world was tilting toward the sea and the horizon was becoming vertical. Sand, dirt and debris of all kinds began falling with the two of them. A blinding storm of earth flew through the air, obscuring clear sight of anything and threatening to consume them.

	Taking advantage of the chaos Oz immediately ran downward along the loose ground, maintaining enough personal gravitation to maneuver along the wall and dash between the larger bits of debris as he zig-zagged toward Yzeira. A bare smidgeon of light could be seen through the storm as Oz charged light-blue energy into his right hand.