With barely enough time to shield his beak and eyes with free tentacles, his grip lessens, then quickly tightens to throw her a few feet away, while his body shifts into bear form to deal with the venom, using the body's size as a shield, a weapon, and a form large enough to deal with the dizzy feeling he could feel tugging at the corners of his mind.

So far he's been holding back, despite the tempation not to.

"Damnit Vixen! My fight's not with you!"

He doesn't want this to escalate, but if she keeps pushing him...