Mordem quickly realized his error, and instead of holding onto the sword, he swiftly let go of the handle as soon as it became clear that it had stuck itself between the gauntlet and arm of his foe, and forwarded his own arms as intended. Bringing down his left elbow to block the incoming blow from the staff while his right hand went for a grenade. The blow connected with his hard plastic elbow guard, which saved him from the lethal electrical shock of which he was unaware would have struck him if not for the insulation properties of his protectors. The swing itself hit him hard, and sent him tumbling two meters backwards. Before he hit the ground rolling, pulling a knife from his boot with his left hand, A small metallic -clink- emitted from Bloodshot´s feet, a grenade had found a comfortable place to sit, it´s pin pulled. Mordem swiftly pulled his gun with his right hand and resumed a readied stance as his movement halted and stood ready for whatever the man was, or was not, going to throw at him. Even if it was his own grenade. 

Fuck. He was way too close to the blast radius. Should start running.