He barely had time to slide the boot knife back into place when the door burst open.

Shit, Voided. He was slightly better about it, but it was still disorienting to have his senses cut, and he was sure his aim was off, but he hurled the blade.

Only to hear it bounce off whomever it he had struck and hit a wall. He went back for the knife in his boot and hurled himself at the Void, feeling a punch land in his ribs and them crack. His knees and elbows hurt, his ribs where screaming, but he tried to ignore it, trying to get through the armour to get his blade to stick.