It's a lucky thing for the Signless that he had sweeps and sweeps to build up quick reflexes in case that noise he just heard was an Alternian zombie or a highblood's arrow or a hungry beast. He manages to scramble sideways and to his feet, though the blade doesn't entirely miss him: it cuts through the fabric of his pajama shirt.

It's a good strategy, really, he thinks as he tries to mentally locate the nearest exit while simultaneously moving in whatever direction Justin is not in. Talk to your victim, put them at ease, strike when you know you can catch them off-balance. Probably makes a good show for the Capitol, too, because they all know what's coming and have to wait through the mounting suspense.

He runs.