Oh yes he had weaknesses, after all... He was part human. Fire was a main problem for him, the meds he was on, his anger, and sleep deprivation which usually knocked him into a short time coma. Right now he was delirious; a mixture of being pissed and running on the fumes on toxication of his meds. Daryl probably would loose anyway. Not to her but the weakness building up, or he could loose to her. The blood he was using to keep his muscle from freezing went normal as he saw the blizzard fade, snarling he put a hand on the wall, "You can't be curious - I'm no one important." He said as blood began to beed out of the cracked flesh on his right arm. His blood was thick, and dark dark red.<br/><br/>Her words about him being a zombie made him cackle. Holding the knife at an angle he shook with laughter, "A mummy is not a zombie. We use out own flesh to engulf our victim or part of them, then absorb the flesh through an acid we have. Me... I have to rip it off by hand... And place it on the wound... Otherwise I can't heal... But..." He held up his left arm, "they... Ruined... Me... I can't heal this arm!" He hissed. His body shaking a bit as he looked to her.  Growling he slammed his hand into the wall and ran at her, "YOU ARE LIEING!!! YOU ARENT SORRY!" He said as he lashed out at her then twirled in a curled like a top. Making sure to try and slash her, "If you were you would understand that they are wrong for what they do!"