[He doesn't yell, doesn't give her that satisfaction. But even if he had, it would have likely been swallowed up by the distance and the atmosphere Spider's webs alone create; an elusive and concealing nature. It incapacitates him enough that his own senses are just out of reach of his control over them. No amount of struggling helps.]
Nnn-- [No, no, fuck. As soon as he bleeds, his thoughts go immediately to Fuuma, unable to determine if he even knows or not like this. He curses, and tries to at least control his own blood to make it heal him or use the magic of it to set himself free somehow.] It won't guarantee you anything.