Zelraka scoffed and moved towards one of the larger pieces of debris. He looked to Bruce, then to Zios, then scoped the area for Jeff again, spotting all three in situations of confusion, pain, and worry. A smile came across his face and he reeled both hands back. The homing orbs from earlier had all disappeared, but his atomic ordinance, [i]whatever it was,[/i] remained stationary at each end of the open area. The tower was getting above the cloud line now, but the air was still perfectly breathable. It seemed the outer wall of the tower's dimension was still holding fast, keeping them unaffected by the conditions of their surroundings.

	[color=8dc73f]"Well, [i]whatever.[/i]"[/color] Globes of energy began to pulsate from both of Zelraka's fists, and the glow disappeared. [color=8dc73f]"[i]Soul fist[/i]"[/color] Zelraka began to punch rapidly as the air in front of him, hitting nothing and creating no visible effects with his flurry of blows. By the time he was finished, it seemed like he was just joking around. But in reality, very slow-moving, invisible waves of energy were now making their way through the battlefield, from one edge of the room, to the other.