Baz shakes his head many times to clear it, growling at his own weakness. He lights himself a fresh cigar and takes several deep puffs of it, before hauling himself up. He racks his shotgun, finally clearing the breech, and stalks right up to Seth.<br/><br/>"You can have my blood, spider" He growls. "When this world is free of bitches like the Lady- be they human or furry. I will allow myself to die when my work is done. When Slavers, of any species, of any race, are a thing of the past, that's when I die. Then, and only then, will my penance be paid. Only then can Bazil T Rat leave this world."<br/><br/>He aims the shotgun at Seth. "You got a problem with that, Seth?" His tone suggests that "having a problem with it" would be very bad for one's survival- as would trying to bite him.