Bruce's foot shifted to one side, lowering his center of gravity. He kept his gaze level on Yzeira, keeping his reactions to the masked... [i]being[/i] minimal, only flexing his fingers on the hilt of his blades one by one. 

He sensed Alvios' position relative to him and Yzeira. Not that it changed anything- he held his stance. If Yzeira chose to attack, he wouldn't have to bother circling Bruce again. He could tell that much. 

[color=0072bc][i]'He whispers,'[/i][/color] Sakki slurred. [color=0072bc][i]'To make you [/i]listen[i].'[/i][/color]

Finally, Bruce deigned to reply.

[color=0072bc]"Well met,"[/color] Bruce said, though the greeting sounded forcedly formal, even to him. [color=0072bc]"The patriarch, I presume."[/color]