And there he was. The man of the hour! Codenamed Bloodshot, for some obscenely ironic reason Mordem assumed. 

He went over the details in his mind once more, just to be on the safe side. This guy, Bloodyshots, had called him, asked him to meet him out here in the middle of nowhere, to shoot him dead, or something. Mordem had a pretty big bounty on his head, so that probably had something to do with it. He couldn't recall killing his wife, so a personal vendetta was hardly the reason. On the other hand, he was wearing a mask of sorts. Very vigilante. Not that it was of any importance. Mordem already knew who he was, this so-called Bloodspatter. Or was it Bodyblow? Eh. Whatever. He had been polite enough to introduce himself, a tactic that would normally inspire fear in the hearts of lesser men. Mordem was no lesser man, he was a god damn marvel, and he had googled Botshock before he got here, to no avail.

The man in black started talking. Something about getting some guards. For hire? Was he selling? Mordem had no idea. No attention was paid. The lack of information meant one of two things. Botox was either a pro, or a no-name looser. The latter would not have had enough style to invite him to his own assassination. Mordem had sorted it out, this guy was the son of that one ninja dude he killed this one time. They were both wearing black. Total give-away. Mordem's deductional abilities were unparalle-.. *TshCHING* A bullet flew past him, he had swung his sword and deflected it a few milliseconds before it would have hit him right in the heart. 

Mordem squinted. A gun? What kind of ninja uses a gun? "What the fuck!?" He shouted, "You're not a real ninja!" and twisted the handle of his motorcycle, accelerating forward, doing a small wheelie for the hell of it. As the bike was moving, gaining speed and balance, he; in one fluid motion, got his left foot onto the the handle, and the right onto his seat, as he pulled his trusty handgun with his left hand. He started surfing his bike at high velocity.

(( If Bloodshot has not started shooting at him again by this point: )) 

Driving towards the man in black at 60mph, Mordem decided to make his first move in similar style as his opponent; checking how he dealt with bullets. Two shots were fired in quick succession. One at his chest, and one at his thigh.