The man shouted out in pain and grabbed the knife in his chest with his one free hand. Right before Ronon jumped him, he had managed to pull it out. Lucky for him the wound wasn't that deep, although blood immediately started flowing from it.
Ronon landed hard on the bald man, tumbling him over, but not throwing him from the ramp. With his own knife in his one hand and Ronon's in the other, there was little the man could do besides using on of these weapons. He slashed with both arms. Ronon's knife flashed right in front of the roped man's face. Then one of his dreadlocks fell to the ground. That had been a very close call. However, the other knife had made actual contact: right across Ronon's lower left arm was a large slash. Since the knife was very sharp, he hadn't felt it right away, but now a burning sensation was surfacing. The blad man brought both knifes up again, preparing to stab both weapons in Ronon's abdomen.
Meanwhile, two other mercs were trying to climb into the cargo bay; the first had climbed up the ramp and was now helping the second one aboard.