Slither and Slide

Mort pulled the snakes attention yet again, bringing more worry to the big woman. If he kept doing that, the reptile was going to strike and coil around him. It was incredibly difficult to get a snake of that size to uncoil once its big muscles set in place. With each breath it squeezed tighter until your lungs could no longer expand to draw in air. That was now they killed you. It wasn't their bite.

The winged lad flared his odd appendages and the snake hissed. It knew birds. It knew that it liked to eat birds. While still struggling to release itself from the wolf birds beak, it struck, intent on biting and constricting. Resin was there though. The anaconda's wide mouth wrapped around one thick, grey foreleg. Like a whip, it began to coil around her, its immense power enough to drag the boy along with it. As it coiled, Resin bit down on a portion of its spine, her teeth worrying back and forth to tear out big chunks of the snake. It would be a race to see if the snake would squeeze the life out of her or if she would sever its spine first.