Bruce blinked. Releasing all holds he had on Jenso, he stood and straightened up hastily. His mind had been moving at breakneck pace, a mantra, 'Everything is a weapon', repeating itself in his head. He subtly brushed a pressure point in his neck and the tension in his body ebbed out in a rush, bringing him back to the present reality.
[color=0072bc]"Yes. An excellent bout,"[/color] Bruce muttered, replacing his sheath on his waist. His speech was vaguely slurred as a consequence of the self-imposed expulsion of bodily tension. His eyelids had drooped. [color=0072bc]"I apologize for that... lapse near the end."[/color]
[color=0072bc][i]'That hasn't occurred for years.'[/i][/color]
Bruce sighed. He wanted a drink.