Bloodshot was ready for the attack when it came, having repositioned himself to be within arms reach of a three foot steel pipe he'd seen leaning against the dumpster, and met the oncoming sword with his own new-found weapon. His counter-swing was hard enough to leave a significant indent on the edge of the no doubt prized katana, and it sent the sword reeling back the way it had come, throwing off the balance of Copper's ever-so-graceful pirouette. Bloodshot followed up with a backswing at the goon's knee, but the assassin had some truly astounding reflexes and had already recovered enough to spin out of the way of the attack, using the momentum of the action to aim another slash at Malia's stomach.

Bloodshot growled again and his face began to twist into a sneer before he regained control of it. What he wouldn't give for a quarterstaff right now instead of this stubby pipe. He didn't relent, however, and continued pressing forward, this time bringing the pipe up and around in an attempt to crush the bones in the other man's shoulder.