Struggling to get up, darian realizes he should wait until later to challenge his foe. Dawning upon his scorched trench coat The plague master attempts to hide away in a building, a rat in his pocket. It was a shame he couldn't heal himself, the punches had left him out of breath and in pain, but he had meet his goal. The poison and possibly the sickness had gotten to the opponent, if someone could get to him after it took it's toll he would be a sitting duck.