That's the thing about relying on luck; it's surely bound to run out at some point. The bites are an experience he could have fully lived without having; all the more for what they do.

"Now we'll certainly fit into the deserts of Thanalan," he murmurs, and attempts a chuckle against the concern and fear that rises up. Sil'dih…

Still. The name of his game continues to be distraction, and as long as he can move, he'll fight. He moves quickly to strike again.