He catches Jason's escape. Good. Bruce waits for another few heartbeats, letting him get a sufficient lead on him. If he is bait thanks to his injury, at least this way they'll aim for just him instead of the other guy, or both. The surface of the water breaks, rippling, and Bruce makes a slicing motion - the tip of his sword catches something that immediately darts away, deciding that the corpse of their kin is an easier meal than the guy with the pointy object.
For now.
Bruce lets a wave carry him to the cliff wall, his attachment to it decidedly ungentle, but effective. Sword sheathed, he gets a grip and pulls up, six feet or so behind wherever Jason is. One of the eels bursts up out of the water and slams itself against the rock in between them - it's startling, but all it does is bounce back down into the waves. Bruce mutters something that's lost in the sound of the waves crashing but could be an irritable "Christ", and begins scaling along towards the shore.
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For now.
Bruce lets a wave carry him to the cliff wall, his attachment to it decidedly ungentle, but effective. Sword sheathed, he gets a grip and pulls up, six feet or so behind wherever Jason is. One of the eels bursts up out of the water and slams itself against the rock in between them - it's startling, but all it does is bounce back down into the waves. Bruce mutters something that's lost in the sound of the waves crashing but could be an irritable "Christ", and begins scaling along towards the shore.