"So that you can exploit the opening? Sounds fun." Mordem said, taking another step towards Bongo. The guy was wearing armor that could withstand a .45 , and while he could see the marks from his bullets, it was obvious that it would never tear through. Well, whatever. Under the shoulders, joints, and neck area was usually less armored, if at all, and if his eyed served him right, the joints seemed very inviting. A bit too inviting perhaps, he´d find out soon enough. His opponent was proficient with a staff-like type of weapon, electrical in nature if the man was referring to it when he spoke. Mordem could only assume. It was likely not going to be an easy fight, thank god. 

The staff had retracted from it´s full length. Had to keep an eye out for whenever it extended again, would allow for some hefty maneuvers that would be hard to deal with. Mordem walked casually into striking range, and swung his sword from right to left with his right arm, using a moderate amount of force, aiming at his left knee. It was, by Mordem´s assumption, not going to hit, neither was it meant to. His left side was as open and inviting as a bottle of water in Sahara, and he maintained a complete lack of a stance. Facing forward, standing nonchalantly like a plank made of rubber.