A few of the attacks strike true; others are blocked by his blade. Hotor is starting to look worn, tired, like a few more blows might very well down him.

Hotor lets out a little exclamation of realization as his hand reaches for a pouch at his waist --

-- and finds that it isn't there.

There is another pouch at his other side and he rips a glass bottle from it filled with a red, vicious liquid. He pulls the cork out with his teeth, then spits it out and easily sucks down the liquid inside.

It leaves him vulnerable, but he looks rejuvenated.

And furious.

He throws the empty glass at the nearest person then swings his sword with a graceless, lumbering force at one person, and then another.