The Wilder Games - Savage Surrender 1
it's closer.
A slithering sound rustles in the ferns below.
My breath catches. I nock an arrow, magic humming along the shaft. "Come on, you slimy bastard," I mutter. "Let's see what you're made of."
The bushes part, and out he comes, a massive snake shifter, scales gleaming green-black, his hood flared like a death fan. Humanoid upper body, serpentine lower half, eyes slitted and cruel. He tastes the air with a forked tongue, his fangs dripping venom that sizzles on the ground.
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