"There you go again," Ross snapped, stepping away as Bruce felt the sting of his own element strike him across the cheek, "I'm not testin' none of that horse radish, I'm making an observation of yer temperament. Goin' on, making rash decisions, pushin' down a creepin' darkness that you've done little about, what kind of way of livin' is that?" Ross summoned his earth-render beneath the palm of his hand in a flash of light that coursed down into the ground, leaving the massive great sword half-embedded in the earth below them. "When's the last time ya had yourself a good cry, Bruce?"