He had just started to lean forward when his other sense kicked in with a vengeance, and he twisted to the side, a blade glancing off his shoulder, deflected by his mithral breastplate. He retaliated with his switchblade, lashing out at the thuggish murderer, not bothering to give the attacker the privilege of being an assassin in his mind, despite the fact that the throat slitting had been professionally done, the targets likely only having a couple seconds of panic before death stilled them. He didn't have a spell prepared, which was a shame, as this close he couldn't miss the murderer.<br/><br/>[attack d20+8 [27, confirm 22]<br/>damage 1d4+4 [7, x2 if crit confrimed])