He had a choice. Either fire off the knock-out pellets or protect his face. He went for the latter. Vesper raised his right arm to protect his face. The knife hit the bracer.

He cursed at the hiss of air. The knife had hit a section of the tubing that was vulnerable. The loaded knock out pellets were now useless.

He brought his arm down and charged at the assassin. He turned his running strides into a ground eating ginga to power a au sem mao.