Bruce grimaced at the loss of strength and the ascended state he'd achieved. He knew now that his power's restrictions would be reflected in Nexus' own, but with such a direct blow aimed his way, that didn't matter too much. His position could have let him work on hyperextending and, against a lesser opponent, breaking Nexus' arm.

There wasn't time to think about disabling him piece by piece. Nexus had designs on his life, and with the grip he had on his wrist, Bruce wasn't getting away without making a drastic choice that would likely only postpone an unfavorable result. 

So instead, he fell back onto what he knew, since the voices had been silenced. The hilt he'd dropped rose back up, and he caught it in his left hand. Focusing all of his own weight into the blade's apex, he thrust it for Nexus' eye.

[color=0072bc]"One stroke."[/color]

The blade shone, weak next to the light Bruce produced not seconds earlier, though like Nexus, backed by will, resolve and aimed for his weakest point.

[color=0072bc]"One life."[/color]