Bruce didn't blink. He didn't flinch. He didn't react at all to the sight of Zelriane's arm. Inexplicably, blood had begun dripping slowly from his right hand, despite his sage state. The hand that Zelriane had shattered gathered together again, faster now that he was aware of its existence. Bruce's blade halted in midair, flying back into the grip of its master.

[color=0072bc][b]"Disappointing."[/b][/color] Bruce drawled, and though there was a note of malicious sincerity in it, his tone was dismissive. 

[color=0072bc][i]'Exciting!'[/i][/color] His darkness whispered.

The network of chains which were still scattered around the arena rose as one, avoiding Jeff and Shaidra though he did not consciously will it. He was too entrenched in his mission.

[color=0072bc][i]'Take his fingers! His toes! His arms! His legs! His [/i]face[i]![/i][/color]

The chains nearest Zelriane shifted seamlessly into one of his massive maces, the red tinge a little deeper. The air rumbled as it swung at his left side from behind with enough force to shatter bones, joints and muscle fibers. Simultaneously, his floating hand made a sweeping horizontal slash. A projection of Bruce's emotion-driven Ki shot toward Zelriane from the front, the apex of the arc as sharp as his blade. Bruce knew how fast Zelriane could jump, and that he seemed to go as high as he wanted. Nonetheless, he made an estimation of how far up he'd travel and fired half a dozen spearheaded chains from several angles toward that general location.

[color=0072bc][b]"Your pain isn't necessary, though,"[/b][/color] Bruce's voice rumbled, taking on a hint of the anticipation he felt for hunting down evil. [color=0072bc][b]"Just that you [i]bleed[/i].[/b][/color]