After watching Allana die and losing too much blood, Kon was sent out of the battle. It was something he wasn't used to. For him that meant it was time to go and check on Lois and Clark. He'd been bandaged, but he still wasn't one hundred percent on his game. He felt woozy as he climbed the stairs to the eight floor. He hated that there was no more elevator, especially now. Every step was labored. Still he wasn't ready to give up. He couldn't.
There were too many people that needed help, his own family included and after losing Allana like hell he was going to lose them too. He was still in shock, but he needed them to be alive. He didn't want to turn out like Jacen, without his powers he didn't feel the same rage he might have before. Without Allana he didn't feel much of anything. He'd failed the one person he was supposed to protect the most. Jacen probably blamed him and he was right too.
Finally he reached the top of the stairs with a pained sound that caused the red eyed monster to turn it's head toward him. Kon looked up and pulled a silver knife from his boot. Lois was injured behind that door. It stood between where the kids were stashed and where his family remained. He was going to protect them both or die trying.
Kon rushed the monster with the knife in hand, his movements still slowed by pain. He slashed at it viciously and kept slashing even as it threw him to the ground with a heavy crash. His head hit the ground and he groaned in pain. The knife sliding out of his hand, he put his hands over his face as it snapped it's teeth at him.
"You could use a breath mint." He managed through the pain as he turned his face away and kicked at the creature in attempt to shove it off him.