Poppet screamed. He saw the snake dodge far, far too late--and then his tail was smashing onto the rock below, and the keratin was pulling away in the wrong direction and shattering--

He saw red. The pain was overwhelming his senses, and he stumbled forward slightly. His tail was bleeding; he could feel warmth at the tip, hear the blood drip-drip-dripping onto the stone, like a sundial measuring out the time he had left before he was incapacitated.

Distantly, although Poppet couldn't tell through the constant haze of sharp pain, the venom was taking effect--sweat was dripping down his brow, and were he to speak, his words would be slurred and nearly unintelligible. These effects would only get worse.

He took one step; two, before lunging forward, mouth opening to show his rows of shark-like teeth as he attempted to snatch up the snake yet again. He would end this snake, or die trying.

Round V of Combat
Poppet attempts to grab Wrath
N/A
Hole in cheek, tail blades are completely shattered, bleeding heavily, poisoned

Wrath cried out in pain as teeth dug into bite marks already there; ruining any sort of healing that her body might've accomplished in such a short time. She felt a dim sense of déjà vu in the back of her mind as she wound up to bite at her attacker once again.

"Fuck off!" she yelled, before attempting to bite Poppet again.

Round V of Combat
Wrath attempts to bite Poppet
N/A
Multiple rows of bite marks along sides, bleeding