Kaboom.

The explosion caught Bloodshot full in the chest and threw him off his feet in spite of the bracing he'd done, and apparently grenades from the past are a lot less clean than those from the future, as this one also contained small bits of shrapnel in addition to the explosive itself. Most of the fragments bounced harmlessly off his armor, and while his body glove did a fine job countering the explosive force of the blast, he winced as he threw an arm up to protect his neck while his other exposed joints were assaulted by the small metal projectiles. The shrapnel cut through the body glove with relative ease, given the velocity it was moving, and once Bloodshot hit the ground, a good five meters from where he'd started, he gritted his teeth against the pain and forced himself to sit up. He had to make sure the other man was down. If not, well, he still had his gu... Frak. His eyes found the gun lying three meters to his right. Good thing he had a spare.