The sword clunked against the side of his armor's knee-pad with even less fanfare than the C4 had produced. "That's it?" The back of the knee might have been a good target if Mordem had been able to get to it from where he stood, but all things considered the "attack" was about as wounding as dropping a butter knife on concrete. Bloodshot didn't even bother with trying to block it.

There was an opening on Mordem's left side that had been created by the first stroke of the melee portion of the fight, but unfortunately Bloodshot's right hand was empty, and the sword had greater reach than his gauntlet blades which left Mordem just out of range for a quick retaliation. By that means at least. Instead, he gripped the idle staff in his left hand tighter and shoved it forward toward the center of Mordem's chest, extending it as he did so to compound both the speed and force of the blow.