Close enough. 

Bloodshot flopped back on the dusty road, not bothering to use another bullet on the clearly dead Mordem. It was several minutes before he finally rolled over and pushed himself to a kneeling position, wincing as he did so, then noticed the sword lying just in front of him. Could come in handy. Or just make a nice trophy. He reached out and grabbed it with his right hand, then stood, sheathed his staff, and retrieved his pistol. 

"Now why the frak did I have to park all the way on the other side of town?" The walk back sure was gonna suck.