Entering the tower had been easier than Bruce would have thought- he supposed that might have been intentional, because he had followed the vampire inside on the instinct of Sakki. 

Regardless of what had brought him inside, however, the high of turning his powers loose unto a massive stage was waning, and such was fortunate. He'd thus retracted his outward flow of Ki and returned Jeff's hover board to his bag. The real battles ahead would require the mindset of a cold-hearted, ruthless hunter rather than a raging, ferocious hound. 

And, upon noticing Vale crouched near the one visible exit of the chamber, Sakki seemed only too happy to adapt to the subtle differences between those roles. 

[color=0072bc][i]'I want both arms this time.'[/i][/color] Sakki hissed. 

Deciding that sneaking up from either side would be hoping for too much, even with his Ki output at zero and his sandals off, Bruce let a bit of his aura escape, highly concentrated, into his sheath, while he also formed a familiar shape- one of the spearheads he'd used in their last fight- in his hand. He sent the smaller form in an arcing motion that would bring it about into striking the vial Vale seemed so intent upon.