"Crap."  Said Dust.  He through both of the trap at the creature and ducked to the side.  Then he pulled a thin blade from his belt and pricked his arm.  He immediately felt pain surging through his arm.  It was coated with a toxin that, while not lethal, was extremely painful.  He didn't know how much temptation he could stand, but he knew how much pain.  The toxin, he knew would force a reaction in his body that would over ride everything else.  As it would go into a panic mode.  The pain went into every nerve, but the arousal went away.  As long as it was in his system it should keep him level headed.  He held up his zwihander and readied himself to make a move on the creature if the traps didn't work  Through both his traps at once was probably stupid, but he was hoping that it would distract the creature long enough for his employer to load and fire some kind of bolt with better penetration. If that didn't happen though he would do things his way.