He managed about three steps before the adrenaline wore off, and he slammed onto a knee, holding onto his consciousness with the same determination he had put into trying to kill the creature. All in all, he felt like he had just done the battle with the two tanks again. So nothing too terrible, at least this time he wasn't sporting a good three dozen minor hits. Only two, where it had managed to graze him, but the wounds felt... wrong. He shifted to a sitting position, and put his head between his knees before speaking, trying to ward off the way the world suddenly started spinning. "Blossom, Elwyrr, Meridia, do any of you know a cure poison or disease spell? I got hit twice by that thing, grazed the front of my throat and the back of my hand, and the wounds feel wrong. Hot and itchy, which shouldn't happen until they are healing."