Kankri throws himself to the side just a little too late. The blade misses anything vital, but it bites hard into his side. The tough scars from his grub legs keep it from going in too far and make it stick where it is, but the clusters of nerves under the scarring mean it still hurts like hell.

Kankri cries out in pain again, slashing at Kevin's hand with his claws - normally he keeps them filed down, but he hasn't had a chance to in weeks - and trying to get him to let go of the dagger lodged firmly in his side.