Zelriane's eyes stuttered towards the incoming chains, reading their intended paths through Bruce's Ki flow. The paralysis only lasted a second, allowing the monk-like green fighter to shift his stance slightly. One foot moved out of the way, while the other was impaled by Bruce's chain, straight through to the ground. Zelriane directed his right hand into a point, and glanced at it angrily. He moved his right hand at a speed beyond anything he'd shown before, leaving a green trail behind it, several afterimages, as he used it to shatter Bruce's chain, and pull the spike from his foot. While he did so, The nano-bots on his hand were evaporated from the sheer friction of his hand grinding against the atmosphere, while the rest were tossed through the air at unrealistic speeds, destroying them. Zelriane rotated his body quickly, unleashing a burst of air that pushed the remainder of the first chain away, when the next flurry of attacks found their ways towards his position. 

	His agility seemed relatively unaffected. Zelriane sifted through the incoming spear headed chains with several steps, pivots, and dashes, until he was out of their scope of attack. His eyes focused on one, and then the next, quickly picking apart the pattern as he escaped their range. Opposite to Bruce now, he slid into a stable stance as his muscles began to spasm for a moment. His mouth curled from an angered pout into a half grin beneath his mask, one that pulled at the black fabric. His exposed cheekbone visibly tensed up. In a moment, he was ready to attack again. But Bruce had thrown his sword. Why? He followed it with his eyes, losing track of Bruce's body, and by extension, his Ki and arcane flow. But when he realised the sword wasn't coming for him, his eyes darted back. Wide eyed, Zelriane, spun towards the manifested fist and pulled his back down as quickly as he could. The short man's muscles contracted and pushed against everything that told them there weren't [i]allowed[/i] to move. His sheer willpower, and natural pain endurance, allowed his to dodge in the nick of time. The blade sailed through the air, and Zelriane struck at the stone hand with his own right hand, shattering it, and knocking Bruce's blade away with a carefully timed midair kick. Zelriane landed on both his feet and pulled himself up. He returned to his stance and faced Bruce. The corner of his smile peered through the jagged edge of his torn mask and he glared at his opponent intensely.

	[color=007236]"I'll tell you now,"[/color] Zelriane started, pushing his bleeding foot into the ground, [color=007236]"I cannot feel pain."[/color] He angled his arms carefully and changed his stance, so that his fists were pointed at the ground, and parallel with his waist. A crimson substance seeped through the cloth around his shoulder, and his robe parted slightly to reveal a deep wound that tore through the side of his left bicep. 

	[color=007236]"And I can maintain consciousness... For a very long time... While bleeding out..."[/color]