Bruce's body received a shock all at once with the momentary cessation of time. Had his head not been in sage state, it could well have been permanently damaged. As it was, it was still bleeding far more than was healthy, and though he'd managed to recover from the shock quickly enough to grasp at the edge of the wind platform Jeff was so heroically maintaining for him, he knew he couldn't risk doing anything fancy to bring himself back onto it. 

The forgotten copy of his left hand flew under him and boosted one foot upward until he could clamber back aboard. Bruce heaved a surreptitious sigh- he'd not called upon so much of his Ki reserve at once before, and though it was exhilarating to know it was possible, he also had to focus harder to force his body to do what needed doing.

[color=0072bc][b]"I can [i]hear[/i] you."[/b][/color] Bruce rasped, standing upright on his platform. The walls and outer cage of chains dissolved gently, [color=0072bc][b]"Hardly dead."[/b][/color]

Bruce kept his gaze steady on Zelriane, dismissing entirely the occasional blurriness in his vision. He casually ran his left palm along the back of his head, only lifting an eyebrow at the blood that came off onto it.

[color=0072bc][b]"I hardly call this a victory for me,"[/b][/color] Bruce said, still assessing his bloodied fingers. [color=0072bc][b]"But if the duel ends here, there must be terms met, and we never got around to agreeing on those."[/b][/color]

Bruce's gaze flickered past Zelriane to Shaidra before returning to the green-eyed masked member. 

[color=0072bc][b]"I make no demands, being no victor. But equal terms for both parties strikes [i]me[/i] as fair and honorable."[/b][/color]

Bruce's darkness scoffed and laughed at the mention of 'honor', but he silenced it. 

[color=0072bc][b]"Jeff and I are returned to where we were taken from,"[/b][/color] Bruce said, gesturing to his valiantly conscious companion. Remembering how this encounter began, he took out his sheath and pointed it at Zelriane. [color=0072bc][b]"And you both... well, return to your own home."[/b][/color]

Bruce lifted his sheath up to rest on his shoulders, making a point of holding it in his still bleeding right hand. His two replicas hovered to either side of him, waiting.