Heretic shrugs yet again and sighs "She has reason to be in distress...but she couldnt help me, as i said, it's now encoded into my genetics, her method of healing requires an open wound or somewhat of a flaw your own body senses, my body senses none, it's as if i were always small now..." He looks at Bachera "A damn big amount of raw power and pride, he was the leader of the infamous blood cult, but he's just a slave to a tiny anthromorphic fox now...heheh, ironic eh? He's more resistant to serums and poisons than most things...Speaking of which, my serums and syringes are still where i fought this guy, after he shrunk me, i lost them all...if they could a sample..they could make an antidote yes?...It's risky but..." He looks at Bachera and yells "Hey! Go back and get my syringes, all of them! Bring them all back here, kill anything that tries to stop you and all cutists, but kill NO, and i mean No! Marines!" Bachera perks, nods and pads off on all fours towards the syringe locations...