Marshall was still painting heavily, his entire body coated in sweat. He looked like he was on the verge of passing out but just then his body jerked forward and he threw up right in front of Vlad, some spilling onto his shoes. But if one with the right know how looked at the fluid they would know it to be venom rather than the contents of the boy's stomach. "Aghh... that... tastes... horrible..." He said with a strained breath.