Bruce snorted on the roof of the flying fortress, blinking rapidly and sitting upright. He'd dozed off ten minutes into his plotted fifteen for playing music, and Ada's voice echoing in his head woke him. He rolled onto his back and sprang to his feet, yawning once while he took stock. Blup's voice suddenly died, but it didn't affect him much- nothing he'd been saying was really new information. 

He glanced down. While he was separate from the others and didn't have access to Jeff's camera for visuals, he put the pieces together quickly at the sight of purple spread out across the field. 

[color=0072bc]"Hm. The harlot is first. All right..."[/color] he muttered, cracking his neck. The smirk he'd been sporting earlier returned, widening into a vaguely malicious smile. His soul was positively rattling, demanding a release.

[color=0072bc][i]'You've been very patient, Sakki.'[/i][/color] Bruce thought, focusing his mind on the inherent connection he shared with the earth. Behind the airborne guild, the ground pulsed and shuddered. [color=0072bc][i]'Here's your reward.'[/i][/color]

In a few moments, what daylight could be seen from the sun, considering reality's state of falling apart, was blocked from view by a truly enormous mass of earth- trees with their whole network of roots, boulders, even a few streams of water had been lifted into the sky overhead as part of what could only be called an island of natural material. A twinkle of mayhem shone in Bruce's eyes, feeling the rush of manipulating it course through his body. 

[color=0072bc]"So this is what it feels like to finally cut loose."[/color]

He hadn't even entered his sage state yet- he shivered with excitement.

The shape above the field could actually be heard hurtling through the air toward the tower. Material fell from it as it passed over Jeff's fortress, and that material took shape as it plummeted downward- colossi, numbering in the several dozens, bordering on hundreds, of all forms and descriptions rumbled with rocky battle cries as they rushed to meet Ada's army. Some resembled animal life on a larger scale, others merely titanic in stature, and a few could only be described as the alien forms only an overactive imagination could conjure. 

Bruce laughed as freely as he'd ever done in his life. He sprinted forward, pitching his body over the side of the fortress and diving down into free fall toward their opponent. 

A thought occurred to him when he saw Jeff's face whizz past on his way down, and he reached into his robe to pull out the phone they'd all been given and dialed the wind sage.

[color=0072bc]"Hey, Wild Card!"[/color] Bruce said, shouting above the air rushing past him. [color=0072bc]"Mind lending me that platform again?"[/color] Bruce glanced at the ground casually, which was approaching quickly. [color=0072bc]"Sometime before impact would be preferable."[/color]