OOC: Nah, it's perfectly reasonable.
The pickled... something flew through the air and hit the Okotoran in the chest, staggering him slightly. It landed on the floor and shattered, the briny substance eating slightly into the woodwork. The Okotoran, realizing that his assassination attempt had ultimately failed, abruptly turned and began to run, but not before one of the bundled-up lodgers had revealed one of the shattered chair legs and clubbed him as he tried to escape.
Muvoso had experienced assassination attempts before, but nothing quite like two knives flying at him while another Okotoran tackled him to the ground. the knife aimed at his head flew into the back and stuck into a roll of cloth. The one aimed at Kyrlahni now went close over his head,which he caught with his hand.
"... Um." He said as the blood dripped from his hand.