Kankri sees how his posture shifts, how he's getting ready to spring, like a predatory cat about to pounce. Instinct, honed through a sweep and a half of running to hide behind Porrim if nothing else, drives him to turn and sprint for the door. His hands fumble desperately at the knob, just for a moment but long enough to delay him enough for Kevin to catch up just as he opens the door.
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