Bruce released a breath- they'd been betting on an interruption like this since the beginning of the fight, and it seemed to have paid off. Zelriane would still be tricky to contend with, but in terms of raw power, the playing field had been leveled somewhat. 
Shaidra's form caught his attention, and the sad, childlike attention she paid the broken piece of her home struck something in him. He knew that sympathy for the enemy was dangerous. Yet he'd learned, quite recently, that repressing his emotions would stunt his potential and lead to ultimately more dire consequences. The teleporting creature seemed to have already finished grieving the damage done, but he spoke anyway.
[color=0072bc][b]"I am sorry,"[/b][/color] he whispered, his rumbling voice carrying. [color=0072bc][b]"That your home has been hurt."[/b][/color]
He turned his attention to Zelriane, recreating the sphere of chains around him and his platform he'd used earlier- a dozen strands whipped rapidly around him clockwise horizontally, while another dozen circled him counterclockwise vertically. Bruce would have added that he'd make sure to avoid further damage to Shaidra's home, but that would have qualified as a promise. And Bruce never made a promise he couldn't keep.