Bruce's forward foot skid against the dirt to a halt. His body went rigid. Cords of muscle in his neck pulsed, and contrary to expectations, he smiled. It wasn't humorous, nor good natured. It was the sort only intended to bare his teeth. 
[color=0072bc]"Tell me Ross,"[/color] he said, his voice dangerously calm and cold. [color=0072bc]"What exactly do you aim to test here, with all this?"[/color]
Bruce's Ki flashed, the form of his three most familiar weapons flickering like dying lights.
[color=0072bc]"My dedication to the cause and this guild? My capacity to retain my senses on the battlefield? Or,"[/color] Bruce drawled, digging his toe past the sole of his sandal into the dirt. [color=0072bc]"Perhaps you were told by Luke of my performance earlier and want to determine whether I'm capable of adopting any other style of fighting?"[/color]
Bruce knew in the back of his mind that his questions weren't likely to be at all accurate. But beneath the veneer of calm exuded by his half-lidded eyes, he was livid.
[color=0072bc]"If the latter, you'll be glad to know that the mantra I adopted throughout the severe learning curve I put myself through after that went like so:"[/color] Bruce said, a column of earth shooting up from the ground and spiraling back around in a loop such that when it leveled out, it was at face height.
[color=0072bc]"Everything is a weapon."[/color]
Bruce chuckled darkly. It was cut short by the fist-sized apex of the column smacking him across the face. His neck snapped to the right, and a little blood fell from his face. When he turned his neck back to face Ross, the pulsing muscles had cooled and he made no motion to wipe the blood from his face.