Zelriane scoffed and turned his head to the side. [color=007236]"I may be a myriad of things, but bold faced lying and trickery simply aren't in my blood.[/color]" Shaidra perched herself several yards away from Bruce and Zelriane, quietly kneeling while playing with her fingers. [color=007236]"Not while following my own desires, anyways. I claim some right to my honour, regardless. But I will not stunt myself beyond restricting my [i]Meta energy.[/i]"[/color] Zelriane's stance tightened and his head turned towards Bruce. He was prepared, calculating carefully to project his moves through a mental role play. His speed would allow him to punch and kick past Bruce's barrier through the openings it offered, but his dreaded combinations wouldn't be possible. Slowly, he'd pick away at Bruce's stamina, while counting on his own unlimited supply. Zelriane narrowed his eyes and dashed forward several feet, stopping hard on his right foot with his arm extended only inches away from Bruce's barrier. His body stopped and locked in place for a split second like some kind of machine. 

	[color=007236]"W-What?"[/color]