Despite the failure, Rat smirks. As he saw the sword come up, he checks the power in the kick, so that the blade only bites a bit into leather and skin. It stings, but when added to the aches and pains of the rest of him, it's a minor thing. This was wasting time. He had to end it.

He used the momentum of his deflected kick to go off to Hans' side, down low. But before he can get the machete up to take a slice out of his side, his freshly-wounded ankle betrayed him. Maybe that had gone deeper than he thought. It's enough to leave him vulnerable as he catches himself on the floor, and he doesn't have the strength anymore for any flips to overcome this. And he's still just too damn close to the wall for his liking.