The Ridician blinked suddently, twisting away from the class and resting his hand on the hilt of his blade. He was on a cool down still he didn't have time to enter again quite yet nore did he expect he'd be given time for the ritual so that he could drink it. One survivor for a class, no, he had more some where. No one would attend a class who could only have one succeed. Survival, and resistance. He needed time, so he moved back into a corner, and his eyes flashed silver for a split second giving him some time off thought.

[I] He brought up metabolism, which means it needs time to digest, probably a capsule. Powder? No, that could be mixed into the concoction, if we need time to digest it, there must be a gas capsule in it. small, yes, extremely so but it must be there. I'll take my chances in saying so. Then again, as such, any poison that is taken by drinking could be removed if they took a simple action, it could get it all out, or at least lower the levels enough so there isn't enough in it to overpower their immune system... [/I]

 He'd waste nothing though. His arm went up and then swung back, elbow crashing into the window. "Why is it that we fret? The poison he's spoken of is a gas and we took a liquid." He explains to them. "Meaning there must be something inside of us to release gas. Throw up, just expel whatever it is." He explains, but taking no chances, he lifted the antidote to his lips and drank it anyway. "Just hope that it hasn't yet kicked in. The longer you wait the greater the chance that it gets you. He brought up basic human metabolism and we just took it less than five minutes ago, it shouldn't have broken yet so get it all out. Lose you're lunch or your lives. You're choice."