Vader's gaze is on the two boys for a moment, and sucks in a breath. "What are you-"
There's movement out of the corner of his eye. Two knives. An exiler- tossing them directly at his sons. Vader does as his body says- and moves, outstretched arms, leaping-
The first knife lodges in his torso, between his belt and box.
The second- its trajectory is thrown off by Vader's fingers, missing it by a hair- and went right for Almir, only thrown off from directly stabbing him. He would turn to his sons, and grab Pluto with one hand, the Exiler's neck crushing behind him, and his other hand trying to inspect Almir.
