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[i]Dartega had recognized Zande's arrogance and capitalized on it. He was better armored, better armed, and felt that he could handle some vagrant armed only with a rabbit skewer and a pint of liquor. Zande's jaw worked nervously and his feral eyes flicked frantically from side to side, as if looking for a way to get out of this tight spot. It was just that, getting nearly face to face with the jungle man posed a problem that Dartega had seemingly overlooked. He'd not only allowed Zande into his guard, but at that range it was much more difficult to anticipate sudden moves. As he stopped, about to bring his knee up for the kick, Zande grinned at him with sharpened teeth...

And at this point Dartega might very well find himself no longer able to see what's in front of him, his sight replaced by a wracking, sizzling pain in his eyes. When he had initially called to Zande, it wasn't a piece of rabbit that the savage had popped into his mouth. It had been one of his spitting cobra venom pouches. His speech might've been a bit clearer if he hadn't had it tucked in his mouth. When he worked his jaw under the pretense of anxiety, he'd actually been splitting it open with his fangs. When Dartega entered close quarters, full of confidence, Zande unhesitatingly released a misty spray of venom right at his face without warning.[/i]

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[i]Dartega could still blindly carry through with the kick he was in the motion of completing, but it'd be an iffy proposition to expect something good to come of it. Zande was likely expecting a fast reaction and a counterattack.[/i]