Stop, Woah, Back It Up! Now Let Me See Your Hips SWING!

Relm's jokes didn't fall upon welcome ears. Merrick was too pissed off to find humor in the situation. Anger flared within him and his lips were still curled back in a snarl as he looked at the dead snake. A low growl rumbled up from a wide, obsidian chest and he kicked the head of the snake into the water. He would have been bested had it not been for Relm and Merrick didn't like owing anyone anything.

The woman's words met his ears again, asking if he was going back and he snapped with a little too much growl. "I don't have much choice." His leg was bleeding and the teeth of the anaconda had been longer than the teeth of the python. The muscle was a little torn and this time, he would need to be tended to. With a grumble, the soaked, marbled brute began limping back towards Elysium.

"Merrick Mendacium"