Bruce, though still intermittently dizzy due to his head injury, felt a rush of vigor at being surrounded by his element once again. He erected a curved, sloping structure between himself and Alvios before the two collided and he half rolled, half slid to the ground beside him. 
Still in his Sage state, Bruce sensed everyone through the earth, getting at least a bearing on what was happening. He'd harbored no doubts that the others would be fine, but it was still gratifying to have confirmation. 
A bit wearily, he stood, noticing that, unlike Zelriane, Shaidra had chosen to stay, and with her was an archer- Dacer, Bruce suspected. 
[color=0072bc][b]"I"[/b][/color] Bruce said, his voice husky with the fatigue from expending as much Ki as he had. His blade nonetheless appeared again in its sheath, and he flexed his fingers, the material used for his replicated hands returning to him. [color=0072bc][b]"Need a [i]drink[/i]."[/b][/color]