[color=00aeef]"Without Ki control, those chains are a hindrance,"[/color] Nexus claimed boldly, readying his katana. As Bruce drew close, he pulled the blade apart at the hilt, splitting it into two shorter blades. There was an added bit of complexity to the split, however. As the blue metal parted, a third blade, one without a hilt, appeared between them and spun towards the ground. He caught the free blade with his two swords like they were a pair of devil sticks, and flipped it high into the sky before readying himself against Bruce's approach. The singular blade spun elegantly overhead. It was notched along its length, with an inch of steel separating each little indent. Nexus caught Bruce's Katana between both of his blades in a cross-guard, bracing himself with his right foot against the floor behind him. His bracing wasn't in reaction to the force behind Bruce's one handed strike, though. Two arms versus one, simple math of applied force Versus Nexus' stance gave him an immediate advantage in terms of controlling his own posture and reacting accordingly.

	He began to pull his right blade down, gliding it against Bruce's sword, preemptively preparing to guard, parry or dodge whatever he'd planned with the ball and chain in his other hand. The center of Bruce's blade began to crack as Nexus pulled his right blade against it, while also applying pressure with his left blade. The armoured warrior thought over his options carefully, measuring probability and outcomes as best he could with his eyes shifting focus several times every second. His combat-ready demeanour was slowly becoming more precise as time went on. Bit by bit, the vague expression on his face was softening into one of a methodical killer. His eyes were like softened needles, piercing the possibilities without leaving a mark. It was a familiar glare, comparable to that of his master. Their eyes were all too similar, even with such a radical difference in hue.