Continuing his weaving, Kanitah made sure to space his breathing carefully. Slowly regaining his composure with a bit of that mind over matter bit. As another five feet of the first whip were completed he moved onto crafting the second whip, beginning at the base of course and working his way up in a tedious and repetative fashion. At this point he was just relaxing his muscles and steadying his breath to make sure he had enough energy to last another fight without keeling over and dying from his heart exploding. 

(Turns until improvised weapons are completed: 1)

The shortness of the post is unintended, but with company over it's hard to actually write a lot.