Nexus pulled his blades together. They merged into one as his falling notched knife embedded itself into one of the shallow cracks in the floor. With both hands on his blade, he drew the lower half closer and held it perpendicular to Bruce's strike. The crash of Ki against Ki resounded through the room, but he held his stance firmly, knees only slightly bent as he took a step backward against the might of Bruce's upwards slash. His right elbow and shoulder were locked straight as the main support that held the blade back, while his left arm only served to stabilise the guard against the initial shock. He held the sword, bending his right arm slightly as he released his left hand, and conjured a small throwing knife and spun it skillfully between his free fingers, while sliding the bottom of his blade against the length of Bruce's. But he didn't let the sword slip off of Bruce's, instead, bearing down into the blade from above with his height advantage once again, and forcing it to the ground to the left of his feet. He stepped towards the incoming ball of spikes, waiting for Bruce to make another move while the throwing knife in his left hand began to emit a pulse of blue light.