It wasn't as though Mr. Sunshine was ignorant to the properties of electricity, he just didn't actually care whether or not it succeeded. The warrior burning in his heart wanted this fight to last as long as possible, it wasn't sporting if this didn't last at least two rounds. Perhaps a sandwich break between, that might be nice. Snapping himself out of his drift with haste, Brighton continued his movement out and away from Tanzo. 

By using his left hand on an opponent that was already moving to his right, Tanzo had made a terrible error. Okay, not that terrible, but a slight error is still an error. Your arm can only move so far around your body, so trying to track someone's movements and lead on them only works if they don't move closer to you while moving away from the arm. 

Which is just what Brighton did, by shifting his footing slightly mid-step, he began to sidestep sharply to Tanzo's right. [i]Which makes it his left.[/i] Moving away from Ryozan's gust of tearing winds and closer into Tanzo's guard, putting himself into a prime offensive position. As well as [i]likely[/i] putting Tanzo into a frantic defensive position. 

Now, the winds weren't a totally fruitless attack, they did have an effect on his right arm. Though he had managed to move away from the cutting blades of ice, the sudden temperature drop had left his arm painfully cold. With a temperature change as sharp as that, his arm was suddenly burning hot. Strange how the body works, isn't it? See, because your body adjusts to colder temperatures faster, his skin became incredibly cold. This made his nerve endings adapt to the cold, if only for a moment. This change made the shift to normal painful, because suddenly the heat from his own blood is too hot for his nerves. Making it feel as though he had just been branded by a cattle iron. 

As to his own offensive, Brighton's left arm has remained behind his back this entire time. So that wouldn't be an optimal technique for landing a decent blow on Tanzo. Keep note that Mr. Sunshine is still advancing on Tanzo, who has by this point either stopped moving or is continuing forwards. With his right hand still extended, and his blade pointed nastily at Tanzo's face, a series of quick jabs was the smartest decision. 

Taking the smart choice, instead of the kindly choice, Alexander brought his arm back a few inches and then suddenly unleashed hell. Lashing out with a rapid succession of thrusts with his blade, stepping forward with ever strike. Aiming to push back Tanzo or deal terrible wounds to his face and upper body, either was acceptable. 

Though one more grizzly.