Raice looks at her, trembling, and nods assent, feeling the blood run trickle gently down the front and back of his shirt.  It's not quite that easy now.<br/><br/>"I don't..." He started to shake.  It was tingling.  Stinging... burning... he was growing nauseous.  It wouldn't be that easy.  Oh - GOD!<br/><br/>That HURT.  Raice gripped the Khukuri, dropping the chain, and spasmed with the bad arm.  Whether it was apparant or not at first, the son of a bitch had bitten him.  On the one hand, copperhead venom doesn't normally kill grown adults... on the other, it was a big copperhead, and battle or not, he was fucked if he dropped here.  His mind thrust into a self-preserving panic - he grew edge, his bitten arm flailing and shuddering, making wild, unpredictable swings and thrusts as he slowly slipped into disorientation.<br/><br/>(What do I do?  What do I do?)  He thinks, trying to remember his days before having known mother Iln... when he was taught how to handle this sort of thing.