[color=0072bc]"The voice of God has ordered that we tone down our powers while we are in the tower."[/color] Bruce said aloud, uncertain whether or not the others were listening to him. He turned to see Yzeira lounging apathetically amidst a pile of ancient-looking tomes, many of them expanding as new text was added through his own psychic power. 

[color=0072bc]"So, how should we-"[/color] Bruce began, before a single grenade went sailing past him. It exploded a bit early, and managed only to ruffle Yzeira's coat. He glanced back a Jeff, who blinked. Following suit, Bruce hurled his sheath, and Oz his hammer, both beaning Yzeira in the head. The first got him to work out a kink in his neck, while the hammer snapped his head backward before he brought it back to continue reading. 

Alvios held his sword like a javelin shot it at Yzeira as Jenso looked from one to the other of his hands. Alvios' blade pierced Yzeira's jugular, and Jenso pointed at the bag he'd given Bruce.

[color=f26522]"I've got nothing to throw."[/color]

The other four turned to stare at him simultaneously, just as the leader of the Order finally looked up. Jenso came rocketing toward him, his whole being on fire from the sheer friction of traveling through the air. With a massive explosion, the whole chamber was obliterated. 

[color=0072bc]"I think that's how it works."[/color]