Bruce's vision flickered back in time. The feeling of being unarmed, Ki blocked, magic inaccessible called an image to mind that he'd been working hard to bury. Perhaps the imminence of facing a superior foe in the guise of the Order helped trigger it- it might have been the similarity of how he remembered being physically positioned back then. Regardless of the reason, for an instant, Bruce forgot entirely that it was Jenso he was grappling. And though it was brief, the memory brought down restraints against impulses he'd normally have quelled, and forced him into a state where pain of his own person didn't matter so long as he inflicted greater damage. 
Bruce placed immense pressure on his right wrist to reverse the momentum of his double-legged kick. He bent back the knee of one leg, and snapped his foot toward the lower part of Jenso's right shin while Jenso's other foot was still off the floor, intent on both causing harm and throwing off his balance. Ignoring the impact of Jenso's fist, though it likely caused deep bruising, Bruce twisted his left hand such that his fingers dug into Jenso's bicep and yanked down, while at the same time he hurled up his other leg to slam his foot just below Jenso's stooped chin, aiming to bring the other combatant crashing down onto his back such that they'd be laying adjacent to one another with their feet in opposite directions. Bruce bared his teeth as his left arm threatened to dislocate as a result of the unusual way he was demanding that it pull Jenso down.
[color=0072bc][i]'If it breaks both our arms, so be it!'[/i][/color] Bruce mentally declared.