Out of muscle memory, he brought the rapier up in a parry, even as he saw the hand reach across for supposedly another weapon. The cutlass would do more damage in its present form. But he could try to parry it with his own, yes--

A little too late. His own dagger drawn from his right hip, he pushed Kirk's off to the side, but it glanced his side, cutting through his shirt and skin. Spock leapt back, putting distance between them once more as green blood began to spread along the shirt from his wound. Silent, hearing the rain begin to fall harder around them.