Bedlam caught the blade in his hand with ease, smirking as the plasma seemed to seep into his skin. Without waiting a single moment, he pulled Jason forward by the blade and aimed a punch with his other hand into the elbow armor. "Plasma? Really!?" The young man wasn't nearly as slow or weak as his opponent seemed to think. His speed easily matched if not surpassed Jason's and the lack of thick armor only made him more agile.