Bruce leaned forward into a headlong sprint, eyes narrowed, spears held parallel to his arms behind him. He couldn't help but feel invigorated despite having lost the surplus of energy he had in the form of ki. These tunnelers lived their lives with only their magic to make the fights closer to even.
At the last moment, he tucked and rolled under their staves, bringing both spears in front of him sideways to push their weapons upward, aiming to set them off balance for a moment.

The man facing Jenso took the strike, stumbling forward and dropping his staff. He was still conscious, but Jenso felt the hold on his powers slipping ever so slightly.

Both of the men in front of Bruce tripped forwards, toppling over the other two men, and leaving chaotic mess of bodies behind him that struggled to stand once again. They were quick enough, lining up their defensive line again. But instead of charging Bruce, they all went after Jenso, who'd been defeating their comrade.

Higher up in the temple interior, the large halls, lined with sporadic pillars, appeared to have walkways lining their tops. Two men had found their way into vantage points at either end of the field, and began firing arrows down at Jenso an Bruce.

Luke's eyes twitched, and he fell down on one knee, aiming his rifle up at the ceiling viciously.

Bruce noted the archers overhead. Without his powers, he had no reliable way to ascend up there on his own. Still, the thrill kept him light of foot and focused. He immediately twirled one spear over his head while he ran to deflect incoming arrows. At the same time, he flung the other spear low to the ground such that it spun rapidly, aiming to again trip up the four going for Jenso while he moved to intercept them.

Jenso noticed that Bruce was looking up, and noticed the archers as well. He lunged forward at the man near him immediately, aiming to grab hold of him by his neck with his left arm while grabbing ahold of his side with his right hand. He tried the pull man in front of him as a shield in order to get him to get struck by the arrow, while making sure it wouldn't hit his heart. If he were succesful, he'd try to throw the man at the feet of the incoming group of people in an attempt to make them fall or at the very least hinder them and delay them from reaching him.

Jenso's guard was successful, allowing the incoming arrow to pierce the man's lower abdomen, harmlessly scratching the edge of Jenso's shirt as the body slowed it path. In that instant, Jenso felt his powers returning to him.

Bruce found difficulty in deflecting the incoming arrow. Rather than stopping it in midair, its trajectory was altered ever so slightly, slashing through his left arm before touching the ground.

The four men running towards Jenso found themselves ceased. Bruce's spear smashed and cut as two of the runners, severing one of their Achilles tendons, and outright tripping the other with brute force. The last two stopped as Jenso tossed the body at their feet, backing away in fear.

Meanwhile, Luke aimed carefully at the heads of one of the archers, but though his decision through. He needed to prove to Jenso that he wasn't a monster. He was his father! Disrespecting Jenso's morals would only push him further away. He moved his gun and shot at the support wires over one of the archers, upsetting his balance, and dropping him to the ground. The other archer aimed at Jenso, and fired another arrow immediately.

Jenso smiled as things seemed to work out for himself and Bruce, and Luke defeated an archer without killing him. He took note of Bruce's injury, however, which only served as a reminder that this was still a dangerous situation. As he felt his powers return to him, Jenso could hear the arrow coursing through the air. He tried to dash out of the way of the incoming arrow, grabbing hold of the staff that the man dropped earlier. He dashed past the body at the two men and swung at their heads with a horizontal swing with both hands, aiming to knock them out.

At the same time that Jenso went for attacking the two men that were still standing, Bruce leapt toward one of them, intent on catching him in a sleeper hold that, if not render him unconscious, would at least make it that much easier for Jenso's assault to work.

Bruce and Jenso's efforts were successful in disarming and debilitating every last one of the guards. The last archer took aim, but as Bruce's powers also returned to him, the archer was taken aback. Luke aimed again, and shot the bow out of the man's hands, sending him into a full retreat.

Luke walked forward and lowered his gun. "Finished?" He grunted, nudging one of the unconscious guards aside.

Jenso turned to Luke and smiled. He felt happy that his father helped in the fight without killing. "Yep! Great teamwork, guys! And without killing anyone, too!" Jenso shouted cheerfully. "The fact that they can stop our abilities and weaken us like this is crazy though...we'll need to be careful." Jenso stated. He dragged all of the defeated men in a pile, got rid of all their weapons, and created a flame whip. He wrapped it around them and made a tight knot around it. "I can control the flames...it won't burn them and it'll keep lasting. Unless I die or cancel it out." Jenso said.

Bruce caught his breath as his powers returned to his body. It had been a simultaneously exhilarating and nerve-wracking experience to have them robbed from him, despite having lived a good portion of his life as a fairly normal person. Once he gathered himself, he thought to snap the spearheads off the staves that had been left on the ground, lining his waistband with them on the side opposite his sheath.
Being better prepared for another surprise like this might make the difference in carrying out their mission. As he thought about it, he turned and looked after where the last archer had fled.
"We likely need to keep moving quickly," he said. "Chances are the one that got away will ensure that our presence is no longer secret."

"This is-" Luke started, shaking his head and trudging past Jenso and Bruce. "Now they know we're here. They'll be ready for us."

Jenso looked at Luke and frowned. "Yeah...that might be a problem.." Jenso said. "We've got no choice but to keep going, though. I know we can do it!" Jenso said confidently. He grabbed one of the bows, and strapped the quiver with arrows from the fallen archer on his back. "Now, we'll be prepared, too!" Jenso added, and headed deeper into the temple with Luke and Bruce.

Bruce had to agree with Luke, but he couldn't help that his lips quirked upwards at Jenso's enthusiastic optimism. While the prospect of encountering more people capable of robbing his powers did unsettle him, it also presented a new challenge to overcome, and he would not be daunted.
"Yes," he said. "We will be not be caught unawares a second time."
Another idea occurred to him.
"Luke," he said, letting his fingers skirt the walls. "Do we know where in this structure we need to head to?"

Luke shook his head and shrugged. "We've never made it this far before. Getting inside was an impossibility. But if it's anything like what the book's telling me.." Luke lowered his gun, holding it with one hand while reaching into the pocket with the other. With his thumb, he snapped the book open and scanned one of its pages carefully. "It's..." He turned his hand and pointed towards a large painting of a god-like entity, surrounded by flames, over two doorways at the end of the large room.

"That way."

Luke lowered his hand and clasped the barrel of his gun carefully. "I'll stay close behind."

Jenso walked up towards the first doorway, and peeked through cautiously. He prepared to move out of the way in case people had taken aim at the doorway. He tried to avoid making any sound.

Luke followed closely behind Jenso. The door led into a led into another large hallway, looking almost identical to the one in the wind Temple. The middle of the room had an ornate set of carving leading towards the end of the hall, lined with pillars, covered in crude paintings resembling fire.

On other end of the room, paintings depicted a man similar to the one in the wind temple, facing off against atrocities, and reigning victorious every time.

"..Hot damn.."

Bruce sidled up behind Luke and Jenso, inspecting the paintings from a distance. He swept his eyes down toward the end of the hall and the carvings, curious as to the prevalent theme of flames. He glanced at Jenso- Bruce had his own skepticism about prophecy and predetermined events, but his beliefs had been challenged many times already in his life.
'But more important,' he thought, narrowing his eyes. 'Why doesn't there seem to be anyone around?'

Jenso stared in awe as he saw the amazing detail on the hallway. 'Flames this time, huh...' Jenso thought, thinking about himself for a moment. He shrugged it off and calmly walked in. "I'll go first. Cover me, guys. It's obvious that this is a trap.." Jenso whispered to Luke and Bruce, and headed towards the end of the hallway while keeping his guard up.

"There's no rush," Luke stated bluntly, pulling out his book again as he inspected the walls. "God in heaven, Bobba. You sure know how to leave a surprise behind.." Luke walked down the hall, following Jenso slowly, whilst taking in the many paintings. "Jenso, you can't not be puttin' these pieces together.." Luke pointed to one of the last paintings, depicting a man engulfed in flames, with wings made of pure fire, facing off against a crystalline entity. "This aint.."