"Wha-" A centipuppy launches itself out of nowhere knocking him flat and sending his sword skittering away. His face stings with pain before he can get an arm thrust up between himself and the creature.

If he'd been a hair slower it would have gotten a bite out of his face. He narrows his eyes as he forces his strength against it. This is a standstill. He has to change the game. He forces his kneels up and slams it into the critter.

It's knocked back as he rolls onto his knees and frees his knife, using the momentum of his roll the fling it. The glass-like blade sinks into its forehead but he's already moving, retrieving his sword and darts preternaturally fast over the sand. He trips but as he goes down he turns it into a slide, ripping it open with his falling speed.

At least its just one. "Everything on this island that's out to have a meal is bad for us." Keith wheezes as he checks his ankles and sits up, using a cloth from his pouch to clean his blade. "You okay?"