Durin did his best to avoid the ice spikes, but one managed to peg him in his chest, directly to the right of his left shoulder. An unfortunate shot in the weakspot of his armor, but Durin probably wouldn't be using his left arm too much without any medical attention in the near future. The dwarf spotted the portal opening and figured that the demon would be able to escape before he could make it to him, especially with the now almost-dead weight of his left arm and shield. Well, there was one thing he could do, it would be a long shot, but better than to let the thing get away scot-free. Durin draws his knife from his left hip in one clean movement and throws it at the grounded demon. It wasn't a knife designed for throwing, but hopefully it would find its mark. Leave the bastard with a good scar to remember Durin by.

[@ArenaSnow]