Bruce, apparently having reached some ultimate decision after an internal debate, bent his knees, ready to shift his weight in any direction. The material hovering outside his robe settled and vanished. Momentary relief crossed his face, but betrayed nothing else. 
[color=0072bc][b]"Then come get me."[/b][/color] Bruce said, lowering his platform just above the ground. The wind board still glowed with energy, and Bruce knew it could rocket skyward at blinding speed in fractions of a second.