Mordem was very very... well.. Limbless. Blind. Dead? Mayhaps. Concious? Hardly. And while a small, but faint pulse could still be felt from the bloody slab of meat of a body laying in the opposite side of the road, at the end of a rather spectacular blood trail, leaned against a wall. He was by all definitions, defeated, helpless, and entirely at the mercy of Bloodshot. If this was to be his end, he would fight hell itself to return and wreak vengeance upon his newfound nemesis.