The kid had some nice moves, that much was certain. Quick, too. Most people would have been flattened by that thrust, rather than avoiding it and using the new position to initiate a counter-attack. Mordem wasn't the only one with exceptional reflexes, however, and by the time the blade reached the level of his elbow, Bloodshot was retracting the staff back toward himself and bending his elbow away from the strike, just enough that the tip of the sword swished against the fabric of his body glove instead of through the bone and muscle of the arm. 

Simultaneously to this, his right arm came up and drove toward Mordem's unprotected left side, fingers curled into a fist and aimed at his lower ribcage. The fist wasn't the only part of the attack Mordem had to worry about, however, and when it closed to within a foot of the other man the twelve inch blade housed in Bloodshot's right gauntlet was released. The blade, with the help of a short extension segment, would project its full twelve inch length past the end of the mercenary's fist, further compounding the speed and piercing power of the blow, as he had also done with the staff.