Iln looked over, hearing the snap of tension, then heard her Raices voice trembling.  Ilns eyes flared as new strength filled her.  She looked to see the scales of a Copperhead Anthro, cutting down Cultists in her way, a blade pressed to the neck of the copperhead.<br/><br/>"Too Late."<br/><br/>The blade cut through the scales like tissuepaper, the head of it flying off to land near another Cultist.<br/><br/>"Raice, grab one and go eat."