Nexus followed through with his slash, pushing against any resistance with the full force of his entire body as he attempted to dive forwards into his lean, ultimately falling into a roll as Bruce pushed down on his shoulder. He pulled the chain that locked his left hand and spun around on his right side, skidding across the ground as much as he could, just underneath Bruce's next strike with his left arm tugged over his chest. By now, his Katana had shrunk down into a simplistic pair of scissors, or something similar, which he wielded with his thumb and four fingers in a grasping manner. He thrust his right hand forward, and snipped through the chain of Ki, freeing his hand and inching backwards with his feet. Having his back to the ground was less than optimal. Although he'd taken no damage, losing footing didn't bode well for him, despite having an endless arsenal at his disposal. He dispelled the scissors after they'd served their purpose, and began to conjure something larger. It didn't take form yet, but began to encompass the entire side of his right arm. At the same time, he tossed his tiny dagger towards Bruce with a quick flick of his wrist, and reached over his chest for the small notched blade that was housed in the ground.