Spitting out her knife, and looking down from his awkward, leaned back position, he saw not her blade, but did catch eye of the broad kick. Unhooking his toes from the tattered floor, and still leaving his main arm blades in the ground, he quiet litterally lifted himself up by them! Supporting his entire weight on those two arms, before his double hinged legs coiled up and kicked out at her. The claws on his paw like feet were far smaller, and dulled in comparison to his other weapons, but still enough to pierce flesh, even if my a little.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>