Shadow takes his last four knives and smiles, hurling them at his foe with all his strength. His claws extend again, grabbing for the knights throat. He will bleed for this, squirm, beg for death, beg him for the sweet embrace that waits at life's end, but he will not get it. No, he will have a little fun with this one first. Along with that annoying telepath. SHE would get her turn as soon as his target was done breathing.