His ankles go out from underneath him, but he does his best to turn it into a forward roll. It was a bit shaky though. He came up into a crouch and tried to spring up, to drive her knife upwards into her chest or neck, whichever he reached first.

His throat felt like it wasn't so much on fire now, so he shouted, not looking round. "Run!" Hopefully Blain and Kurt would get the idea and do so.