[color=8493ca]"Yeah pretty much everything...." [/color]Jeff responded, following the line Bruce said to Zelraka earlier as he closed in to Bruce and drew his blade once more.

He then proceeded to stab his left hand with the blade and draw blood from it in much a similar fashion that Bruce had done and then place his hand outwards to meet Bruce's as his magical energy flowed through the blood and prepared to make contact with Bruce. [color=8493ca]".. and then some."[/color]

As the two made contact with there hands clasping together, there blood began to form a magical connection between the two, one which would envelope them both in a bright light as the wind surged around them and all the platforms shook for a brief moment. 

Then out of nowhere a blade shot out of the light shot of the glowing sphere that enveloped the two sages, flying out several yards away and almost effortlessly pierced through one of the tower platforms and kept going several yards further till it stopped suddenly. 
[b][color=B0C4DE]"Whoops."[/color][/b]
It then in a split second shifted though the air slicing the platform like it was made out of paper as it went for Zios and within a couple seconds sent a flurry of strikes at the orb that contained him while making sure to avoid slashing into his friend as he did so. The resulting flurry would either disperse the attack or at the very least weaken it enough for the Zios to break free the rest of the way. A platform of wind once more formed under Zios ready to catch him.

[b][color=B0C4DE]"So this is the power to cut anything..."[/color][/b] The being muttered. The light then dispersed with an outward expulsion of wind that came back in on itself as the new figure stood. Long hair, silver tinted blue, hung down to his back and sat up in short spikes at the crest of his forehead. 

His figure, while firm, was lithe and corded with muscle rather than bulk. His posture, the sheer determination he exuded denoted his reserves of power.

When he opened his eyes to reveal white irises that absorbed everything calmly, anyone who looked at him knew- his was a confidence founded on the knowledge he'd been born from a fusion of elements that nature had not intended to inhabit one body.

[color=B0C4DE][b]"Gideon."[/b][/color] He said simply, christening himself. [color=B0C4DE][b]"He who cuts."[/b][/color]

He looks toward Zelraka.

[color=B0C4DE][b]"That is who I am."[/b][/color]