Bruce waited. He listened.

[color=0072bc][i]'He'll be least likely to have armored his feet,'[/i][/color] Bruce thought, eyes still shut as he reached in his soul for his Ki to manifest again. His blade, concentrated and singing such that the air shook from sheer decibels- Bruce aimed for that. 

Bruce reached into his bag for another handful of sand, anticipating Nexus' approach. Without a weapon, he would be on the defensive, but he had no doubt that the music raging to be heard in his soul would find a way free.