Bruce studied the phenomenon of the tower coming apart and careening upward, revealing the tears and fractures in the sky, thunder booming and lightning cracking.

[color=0072bc][i]'The perfect storm.'[/i][/color] 

Bruce called on his Ki, spreading out his chains in a zig zagging, spiderweb pattern between the free falling footholds, centered on his position rather than Zelraka's. The fused being doubtless could banish most of his standard chains in a single motion. All the while he felt for the disruption Nexus had felt, twisting the internal flow like knotted ropes. Corrections would take a little time, but, he determined, not outside the realm of possibility. 

[color=0072bc][b]"Any one of us will tell you, Zelraka,"[/b][/color] Bruce said, drawing his sword out, the full weight of his own soul focused in the blade. [color=0072bc][b]"The bigger the wall you put in our path, the higher we'll jump."[/b][/color]