"No, not through you."
There was a sneaking suspicion that even destroying Geode's body would not mean death. After all his body itself was a construct. Oz seemed to think that the orbs in his hands were nothing more than channels to help him use his already existing power. It would be worthless to try targeting him until their imminent defeat because of their own mortal need for air was solved.
Oz raised his right hand, a buildup of visible motion spinning above his palm. With his left hand he made a sweeping motion, sending the prone Jenso skidding across the room. Then he held that hand forward, trapping Jenso in place where he fell so he wouldn't be swept up in the trick. The right hand was pushed forward, projecting a torrent of motion through the room. It became a vortex of force, drawing everything not tied down, Vale, the shroud of shadows, the motes of energy, the broken wall pieces, toward Geode in the middle. Oz prayed it would work because if it did it would only work once.