That knife strikes true, though she may have to put more power behind the strike than she normally would for a human. The man's got tough, hide-like skin, but he stabs all the same. An artful slide between the ribs, befitting a rogue's attempts at mauling. The hiss becomes a rage-filled shriek, drool pouring from his mouth as liberally as the blood from his cut.

The distance Amelia promptly puts between them lets his more deadly instincts kick in. The magical ones. Naugus opens his mouth wider still, hissing once more, showing all his teeth, that fire in his eyes returning and soon engulfing him. The hiss becomes a roar of swirling, burning flames. Flames that promptly and swiftly launch themselves at Amelia.