Bruce didn't get the chance to wonder why Nexus was so insistent on preventing a clash of weapons- that, or having his back taken. Nexus hardly had the physical strength Jenso did, so no one could say he was being manhandled. Still, the experience he boasted wasn't an empty claim either. 

Instead of attempting retreat or outright grappling, Bruce crouched slightly and shifted his weight to the right, as he had been pulled anyway, to let the dagger narrowly cut his face. Rather than backward, he surged closer, keeping one leg behind him to use as leverage should the next moment require it. He snaked his left arm past Nexus' right, thumb erect. Bruce shot his hand toward Nexus' face, his blunt digit on a path for Nexus' right eye.