Rat could see this guy coming a mile away. Even if his body wasn't cooperating sometimes, his mind was still sharp. He reached up with his off-hand to stop the knife coming his way, with a firm, strong grasp on Beck's wrist.

With the knife, he pushed it as deep as he could into whatever part of Beck's abdomen he could reach. It was too short to do critical damage, but more bleeding was more bleeding. He twisted his wrist and the knife embedded in him. He'd take the knife for a trophy, if he could help it. Two were always better than one.