Bruce had first been meditating in a pocket dimension, then asleep and in a realm with his two companions, then the pocket dimension fell apart, and now he was back in his universe. His disorientation was more than slight.

His senses sharpened when he felt the atmosphere change as a result of two Order members putting on their game faces. Almost reflexively, he spread his stance, placing himself between the green and yellow masked men and Jenso.

[color=0072bc]"Seems like something's changed,"[/color] Bruce said quietly. He darted his eyes between Alvios and Jenso. He cursed in his head- regardless of how they divided up, someone would be left on their own. His skin darkened a shade, entering his Sage state.

[color=0072bc][b]"If you want to avoid the yellow one's instant death bomb, avoid talking too much,"[/b][/color] Bruce said to Alvios, speaking so quickly that his words threatened to meld together into incoherence. He summoned his chains around his body, wrapping them around his limbs beneath his clothes. [color=0072bc][b]"As for the green one... just don't get hit."[/b][/color]

Not the most helpful advice, but it was all he could give. Bruce glanced behind him at Jenso.

[color=0072bc][b]"And [i]you[/i] need to [i]go[/i]."[/b][/color]

Bruce insisted in a tone that left no room for argument, even from one stubborn as Jenso.