Bruce chugged down half a pitcher of water as he entered the arena, setting the vessel down once it had been emptied against the wall. The time since the premier of Ada's footage had seen him split his efforts between meditating to recenter himself and mixing his favorite drinks to aid in burying the unpleasant memories it had dredged up. He stepped onto the battlefield proper, partially conscious of his fingers twitching and knuckles cracking. He restrained his impulses and maintained his ki output at zero. When he stood in front of Ross and Mikey, he inclined his head to each in turn, bowing slightly.
[color=0072bc]"Whatever training this entails, I'd like for you both to know,"[/color] Bruce said, straightening up again. [color=0072bc]"I will be furious if you spare anything out of concern or for any other reason."[/color]