Something was backing up sarge - it was all too fast to see - so Bane made his move - driving the tip of the blade staight through the torso, the largest part of the tigress he could see.  As she stood stunned, he made three more vicious stabs, and one hard slash to the throat and the weasel snapped through the door beside him at lightning speed.  His weapon already out, he raised it to head level, letting the fur's momentum do the rest, and making a damn bloody mess of himself - that was it.  All clear for now.<br/><br/>"Fenson?  Oh, fuck me... FUCK me..." He stared at the kneeling human, bloodsoaked shirt, gripping his throat.  "Shit, shit, shit, don't die, stupid!" He snapped, starting to wrap bandages aound his throat quick and firmly, considrate of his circulation.  YOU!" He snapped at Janus.  "DOCTOR!  NOW!" He wracked his mind.  This sort of things was fatal - barring luck or professional skill - thnhe yed the bottle of yellow pills.<br/><br/>"How do those things work, exactly?" He picked them up, eyeing a sarge, and then Collins.