Bruce nursed his broken arm, the stab wound in his hand more or less healed, or at least not an issue to endure. He'd managed to activate his sage state briefly, concentrating so he could alter the bone in his arm while it was stone. The break would remain somewhat vulnerable, but his right hand wouldn't hang limp in a fight either. 

He felt a tremor rock the tower. From where he sat, it felt diminished compared, but he hadn't forgotten how the structure was protected. Anything that could get through it, causing even a minor vibration, meant trouble.

[color=0072bc]"That cannot be good."[/color] he muttered. 

Static drew his attention to the bag he still wore. Jeff's voice, distorted, came through, but only one word prompted Bruce to his feet. 

Rajaka. 

Bruce flew down the stairs the way he'd come up, skipping any pretense or foreplay and entering straight into his Sage state. Nexus' attack had disrupted his Ki, and he had no way to know if he'd reclaim Ascension again, but he'd find a way if he had to. 

And, with only a cursory glance into the chamber below as the stairs ended, the sight of a massive, unfamiliar form looming over Jeff and someone else with a familiar aura, Bruce had a feeling he'd [i]definitely[/i] need every edge he could get.

[color=0072bc][b]"Who the hell is that?"[/b][/color]