Compared to Zelriane, anyone who wasn't Jeff would have seemed slow. Still, Bruce knew from Nexus' tread that he was still too far away to roll past him. Taking the pace Nexus appeared to be setting for granted would be unwise. 

Bruce leapt up and overhead, peeking briefly to hurl down a cloud of dust onto Nexus' head before rolling clear on his opposite side. 

[color=0072bc][i]'Hands, feet, eyes.'[/i][/color] Bruce recounted the three places, fortunately all with plenty of nerve endings to exploit, that Nexus' armor either didn't reach or was significantly thinner. 

Bruce's hand right hand buzzed, an unrefined, single-wave blade taking form. It was even weaker than before the training he'd done with Ross and Mikey.

[color=0072bc][i]'At least it's [/i]a[i] weapon.'[/i][/color]