Bruce's inhibitions and hesitations shattered the moment Zelriane moved. He gaged the distance he covered before Jeff's tech kicked in- counting seconds would be useless since the time span was so brief. 
Two strands of chain in the outer sphere of his spinning wall broke even before Zelriane stopped, each end of the chain splitting into arrowhead spikes that shot toward where his feet were after he paused. If Bruce could make the foul creature bleed from his feet and legs, it would begin to scratch the ache Bruce had to cause him [i]pain[/i].
[color=0072bc][i]'Hello, Sakki.'[/i][/color]
While his chains were seeking to ruin Zelriane's mobility further, he angled his platform sideways, crouched down and shrinking his inner sphere of chains still flurrying around him. The outer sphere burst outward to allow him passage, and the chain followed him for a short distance before shifting into spearheads that launched themselves toward Zelriane and everywhere in his immediate vicinity. Each projectile's razor edges were tinged with red, the Ki comprising them having darkened several shades, reflecting a leak of Bruce's emotions. Their trajectory was not random, intended to push Zelriane away from him and Jeff and into a particular area.

As Bruce redoubled the chains of his inner sphere, the dirt particles that he'd been gathering formed into a familiar shape and his sword dislodged itself from the ground, sailing through the air hilt-first into an exact replica of Bruce's right hand. The blade was tinged a similar color, and the Ki rippled toward the edge, on a mission for vengeance. Choosing his position based on how far Zelriane had been able to move a moment ago, and accounting for the fact that he'd likely move a bit farther now that he knew Jeff's attack had some effect on him, Bruce waited for three quarters of a second before his dirt hand slashed downward diagonally. He wasn't counting on tracking Zelriane, only predicting.
[color=0072bc][i]'Welcome to Hell.'[/i][/color] Bruce's blackness sang from within.