Bruce felt he was getting nearer the peace Nexus advised him toward- every time he focused on being aware of that, it fell out of his reach.

Instead of trying to force it, he concentrated on the present. He'd ended up between Jenso and Alvios, with Zelriane nearer the light wielding swordsman than him. Even if Alvios could handle himself, Bruce would rather take the hits himself, if anyone had to.

Bruce had two lengths of chains shoot out from each of his arms, one snaring around Alvios' torso, the other looping under and around Jenso's shoulders and back. 

Alvios, Bruce flung toward Jenso's position, the chains around him dissipating once he'd thrown the other swordsman. 

Jenso, Bruce yanked backward into the air, manipulating his chains so that he came back toward Bruce feet first. Earthen material slithered out of his bag and formed an angled platform in Jenso's path.

[color=0072bc][b]"Move, Jenso."[/b][/color] Bruce said simply, only urging Jenso forward. He trusted Jenso would know, or at least have a pretty good guess, at what Bruce expected from him.