Gah... That bite nearly took me out!
Tralkor tries to focus on the attacking snake, his vision blurred as blood gushes from his wounds.
Mostly acting on instinct now, he forcefully resists the renewed attempt of the snake to grapple him.
His mind is in doubt for a second... He knows the wounds he has suffered are enough to take him down as they are. His experience in healing and curing assure him that any extensive move he'll make will rip them open even further and make him pass out, possibly even kill him.
The snake in front of him, not only threatening him, but also the others in his care is more of a threat then his current wounds though.
He grabs his club firmly in both hands and swings it at the huge head in front of him. "If I die, so do you! May the Black Sun remember me."