Bruce hummed at Zelriane. Well, it [i]might[/i] have been at Zelriane, but with the way his attentions were divided it was impossible to tell if he was even listening.

[color=0072bc][i]'Is he talking?'[/i][/color]

Okay, so Bruce was obviously [i]not[/i] listening anymore with Jenso having cleared the chamber. 

He whistled once, the opening note to the tune he'd been playing on the way to the tower. The melody continued in his mind while he called up more elaborate golems in his image. They appeared in formation around him, one almost pressed against his back, and he put a bit more Ki into their creation than usual- lengths of chain lay beneath their Earthen exteriors. Those on the left held their weapons left-handed, mirrored on the other side. 

Bruce himself unsheathed his sword, doubling up the way he had on the ground floor- one held backwards with the blade running up his forearm, the other outward and offensive. 

As one, the formation ran toward Zelriane, those behind Bruce keeping pace.