Bruce whistled at the small response his slash had achieved. His own blade, back out of its sheath, sparkled as though the ki were attempting to shift form before reverting to its familiar shape.
[color=0072bc][i]'Not yet, huh?'[/i][/color]
Bruce couldn't help but be impressed- Ross' high confidence in the blade was clearly not misplaced. He momentarily thought to back off and regress to the style he'd self-taught, but he caught himself.
[color=0072bc]"Sorry if I disappoint,"[/color] Bruce said. He lowered his sword down horizontally at waist level, poising one foot to brace the blade against the imminent clash with Ross's sword. With his other hand, he called upon his huge mace, it's form also pulsing with a beat, though different from the flow in his blade. In Bruce's mind, powerful rhythmic drums dictated the form of the mace, growing in volume and frequency as he heaved it around toward Ross' side.
[color=0072bc]"I am not Jenso."[/color]