A hiss and she stumbled. Her perfect landing spoiled and her hand clasped over the wound in her leg.

A deadly sharp glare was focused on his face and the frown curled into a smile. At least he had paid for what little victory he had in this battle.

His words gripped at her instincts though. She hadn't poisoned her blade because she'd also been using it to carve up the meat they'd hunted. Worse still there was a stinging in her leg worse then what she knew a cut to feel like.

Apparently he had learned from her first attack.

"Feeling better yet?" she spat and forced herself to her feet. The pain in her leg could be tolerated for now.

But the poison would begin it's work soon.

"Will my death finally make up for this horrible situation you find yourself in? Will it make up for the others who I've hurt?"