[BlackThornn]

*turning as he moves past Mourdor he blinks, seeing the knives, twisting to avoid them as much as he can but one catches him in the shoulder, embedding with a dull thunk just as he hits the ground, tucking into a roll and letting it drain away the momentum he'd gathered before he uses the last arc of the roll to vault himself back into a low stance, holding his sword out with the arm not hindered by the poison dagger while the other remains low, the blood running down his arm thinned down slightly by the poison and discolored*

*he closes his eyes for a moment then stands up straight stabbing his sword into the ground then reaching back, wrenching out the dagger*

Very sneaky.. *he mutters, then whips the blade for Mourdor's head, though his aim is a little off as he feels the effect of the poison already.. alas his pockets aren't big enough to store a supply of antidote bottles in them, he looks over toward the ruins of his shack then grabs up his sword again, all out sprinting for it to get an antidote and a potion*