Raice clenches his teeth as the assault is abated by Merelli's aid; with that off his mind, he sends his roping shield off in his mother's direction, catching one fanatic by the feet and sending him to the ground; another pull and another throw, and a swordbearing vixen to his mother's flank is yanked off her feet by her throat.<br/><br/>"Reborn of her, sir, not quite her blood." He snaps at Merelli, finally answering his question not in an annoyed or angry tone, but rather intensely preoccupied with the deadly ruckus about them.  He makes another turn to pull a cultist off of his mother, when he feels something sharp clamp into his shoulder from both sides.<br/><br/>"Shh... shh..."  His assailant, a copperhead anthro, hisses and wraps its claws about his chest as he writhes, digging into his flesh slowly.  "Go to sleep... heathen."<br/><br/>Raice feels the Khukuri inches from his tingling, shaking hand.  "I came here... fucker..." He shudders.  "Run."<br/><br/>"Run?  Run why?" It flicks its tongue in his ear, laughing.  Raice could hardly move, but he felt sorry for the poor bastard already.