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Current Sick of joining roleplays only to have them die. I hate investing my time and energy into something for nothing. Seriously making me want to give up on roleplayer guild.
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Oz threw out more gravity bolts to clear space to his right and proceeded to sprint through it and out of the "orb-field" before they closed in on his spot. "Crazy is subjective. Everything we're doing is already crazy. I'm just afraid that if I cut loose as you say that you won't survive." Oz retorted. "And under that circumstance it wouldn't be Yzeira that killed you."
Time to consider was not theirs. Oz quickly pointed his hand at each incoming orb, firing off a small black bolt into each. The orbs swelled, threatening to explode before quickly collapsing in on themselves. They popped one after the other until each completely collapsed in on itself leaving small motes of black energy that faded as well.

Oz projected force energy against his left arm, making it move regardless of the damage he'd received. He would need everything he had to do this and in order to completely focus he needed no distractions. He glanced toward Jeff as the sage made his actions to save Dacer. "Jeff, I need you to go. Get the others together. I think that last attack was slow on purpose. He's pissed but I still think he's probing weakness." Oz started to project a wall of energy in front of himself, but he watched Jeff closely too. Yzeira was unlike the other order members in one most dangerous way. He didn't need to be near you to cause damage. Hell, his attacks were quick too. There wasn't any telling what he could do at close range as well. To blast the hesitation out of his companion Oz turned his head and shouted. "Go, now!"
Oz stepped back toward Dacer and awkwardly caught the archer by hooking the good arm under his armpit and lowering him safely to his knees on the ground. The guardian gave him a dejected look. Dacer wasn't necessarily wrong with what he said so Oz just held his peace and said nothing while he waited for the man to come to.
As Ada scrambled away and the battlefield changed Oz dropped all the power he had been channeling. The veil faded and he glided to the ground. Ada was done. Whatever she had left seemed to have collapsed. There was a suspicious nagging that it wasn't her that shut off all that power. He had his doubts as to her simply running out of fumes. Something was amiss but it was unclear exactly what.

The guardian jogged to catch up to the two. Ada was on her last feet, stumbling and retreating away. It was pathetic. Oz felt kind of sorry for her even with the truth racing through his mind of all the horrors she had committed. She was indeed a piteous creature, given too much power and never reined in.

Oz slowed his pace to a walk as he drew close to the pair. Close enough to see Dacer slow down, his wounds and whatever else he suffered were catching up to him. Oz knelt next to Dacer and looked him over while keeping an eye trained on Ada. The Fist of Kario wasn't much of a killer. He was still a softy even at this time. He fully considered that his blows could have killed Ada earlier and had accepted it as the best solution but as she was now? He didn't feel it. No bloodlust or sense of true justice backed him up. His soul just ached looking at the torn apart witch.

"Did you still want to finish this fight?" Oz addressed Dacer. "If your vengeance still burns I"ll help you sate it but I can't promise it will feel like you want it to." He reasoned. Regardless of Dacer's choice there was no doubt among the group. Ada needed to die.
Oz on queue projected a bigger dome beneath himself to cover the area. As it finished the first dome would begin to dissipate.
Oz could feel the entropic effects like a gnawing feeling on his focus. She was trying to get out. He glanced around to make sure the others were in close proximity and they indeed were. He focused on what energy was still there and pressed his hand downward. The shield started flattening down in a crushing motion, flowing around the spikes like water being drained. Ada's location was no secret but he couldn't see her with his veil over the area. That also meant she likely couldn't see them. Yet.

If she got out of the barrier she would be a short distance away from getting total coverage of her vision again. Oz observed the slight warp in hue around his shield from whatever Ada was doing. He pointed downward at the spot for the others but said nothing to avoid alerting Ada. No one really had vision. This would be interesting.
After maintaining the shield for a moment an uncanny thought occurred to Oz. He had been standing over her as the shield went down. She wasn't trapped yet, her spikes had made sure of that. Even then she attacked Oz with a spike but it missed. Oz didn't even need to dodge it. Could she actually tell where he was with part of the shield over her? Maybe he didn't need the shield at all for anything other than to contain her. It was a gamble but it brought to mind what Ada herself did to her goop earlier. She turned it into gaseous form to give her more cover on the field.

Oz, still standing atop the formed barrier, flexed his good hand. It didn't need to be much, just enough that it would leave Ada nearly helpless. He summoned a mote of energy into his hand, focusing on making it do what he wanted. It flipped, flexed, spun and twisted until he grasped the thought he was looking for. The mote broke up into tiny bits but maintained a mist-like consistency. Oz grinned. It wasn't wet, nor was it a gas. That sure as hell didn't mean he couldn't mimic it.

The disc rose up away from the shield at Oz's will. It wouldn't do if he got impaled from a raging Ada after this. He extended his hand over the edge and pushed against the power inside him. A haze of blue energy poured out of his hand. It drifted downward toward the dome and settled in a thick, glowing fog. It wasn't that the energy was wet but being in its presence felt thick and heavy nonetheless. Plus it was made out of veil and Ada hated that stuff! It was no solid shield but he imagined that being surrounded by this would make Ada feel like she were seeing through viscous mud.
Ada's tendrils went straight for Oz. It was a good thing she didn't understand the gravity of his power. Oz made an immediate right-angle turn, defying logical laws of physics as he warped them to his advantage by changing the direction of his downward movement. He wove through the incoming tendrils, making sharp turns and moving at angles impossible to someone who didn't have the power to directly affect nature's laws.

"I've got you now, witch." Oz moved in for a straight enough path toward Ada to project and throw a spear of force at her. He dipped up into the air and slowed to a hover over her where he began to project a dome from the base of his disc, intent on trapping her again and giving the others their chance to close the distance. If Oz could catch her, even for a few moments it could make all the difference to ending this swiftly and effectively.
"My shield can blind her abilities if I can get close enough. It would be up to you two to close the distance if I'm successful." Oz responded. He began spiraling down towards the witch, wary of the tendrils.
Oz zipped by another tendril, swinging haphazardly out of its way and continuing his ascent. He just kept weaving and bobbing back and forth to avoid the assault. The witch wasn't letting up and she seemed to be exerting most of her focus in his direction. The way he could tell, she was getting ready for something else with the overly sized tendrils. Zipping up and away, Oz splashed into a set of clouds.

Most of the technology Jeff dealt with was strange, Oz wouldn't have known how to use the radio he was given had he not already been taught before the battle. He keyed the button and spoke through. "I have no opening. I hope you gents can see it on your end." Oz learned enough about the last impact he'd used to know it would probably work but the platform Ada was on might as well be counted for lava. It was all her zone.

"Just give me a direction. I don't have much time to think right now."
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