Bruce noticed that Zelriane had caught on to their strategy. He bent down further on his platform to avoid falling off as a consequence of Zelriane's disruption. He saw that Jeff had intentions on both of them, but he snaked the chains nearest Rajaka upward toward Zelriane regardless, attempting to restrain the impossibly fast fighter.
Although he'd cut off Rajaka's hearing and possibly talked some sense into him, Bruce knew a couple things that could still work in favor of their strategy. In his sage form, his voice became deep enough that its vibrations carried through whatever material nearest him, whether it was earth he could manipulate or not. He also knew how to enunciate such that Rajaka could piece together what he said even if he couldn't hear it.
[color=0072bc]"You-are-just-a-dog, then?"[/color] Bruce mouthed in full view of the raging yellow Order member. [color=0072bc]"And-he-holds-your-leash. Well, if-it-stops-you-barking..."[/color]
Bruce hovered in place, his feet poised on either side of his platform to steer it at a moment's notice. He emulated a condescending, vaguely feral glee with a dark grin spreading onto his face. His skin changed in color and tone as it hardened into stone, the rumbling of his voice reverberating through the air and the ground, echoes of it creeping into Rajaka's ears.
[color=0072bc][b]"I hear you lost a couple arms once before."[/b][/color] Bruce said, raising his voice. [color=0072bc][b]"Since that didn't stick-"[/b][/color] Bruce slowly lifted his blade, the razor edge of it radiating sharpened, focused Ki flow. [color=0072bc][b]"How about a leg?"[/b][/color]