Bruce twisted to face Nexus. Hearing the mimicry of Jenso's technique surprised him a little, but the voices kept his mind clear, paradoxically. He drove his blade psychically into a link of his chains and lunged onward, his mace forming into his left hand.

[color=0072bc][h3][b]"Manifest"[/b][/h3][/color]

Bruce dove forward. His Ki, the heat he'd condensed beneath his skin, burbled to the surface, draping his form in a molten gold that glowed like the Earth's core. He pressed his right palm outward to meet Nexus' armored chest- to leave an imprint of the weight of a million lives multiplied by a million moments granted by Gaia.