Bruce, the chain on his forearm liberated from his forearm, took the blade that Nexus had held instead and deflected the incoming dagger. 

Pressing the moment that he'd been afforded, knowing it wouldn't happen a second time so fortuitously or at such a relatively low cost, he swept his feet toward Nexus' one in front of the other to reduce the distance between them. He slid his right leg between Nexus' and twisted his right foot to sit perpendicular to Nexus' left foot, giving his opponent another obstacle between him and rediscovering balance on the floor. 

With his right blade, Bruce slashed crosswise toward Nexus' now empty left hand, the cut on route for the digits of his fingers. He held his left arm above his right as it crossed his chest, thrusting the tip toward Nexus' right eye, the sharp edge of the blade facing Nexus' right arm.