Raice waited - waited for the next one to go in.  He stood rigid, sweating despite how cool the room was.  Warmth from inside flowed out over his back.  No sound... no sound or visual - no specific direction to smell... he recoiled his tongue, and...<br/>"Shfff..." THERE!  His left hand jets out, catching the wrist holding the scissors in his right side now.  With his armed hand, he brings the Khukuri up, slicing into soft flesh somewhere.  An impained howl follows, and he pulls the scissors from his side, moving in on his grappled target.