Snakes on a plane

Like a moth drawn to a flame, or perhaps, a vulture drawn to a rotting kill. Another Saxe member appeared beside him, ready to immerse themselves in a battle against the serpent beast. As the figure raced past him, it took a few seconds of recognition to form inside of his mind. Ezekiel, the cousin to Elysia. He didn’t know the man very well, but he was an active participant in most of their training sessions, and he seemed serious about the tasks he was assigned. Thus, Rhazien hadn’t formed much of an opinion of him, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Lunging forward, Rhazien grabbed the python in its midsection. Sinking his fangs deep, serrated steel sawing through the scales until he met the muscle. And then, he viciously pulled back- trying to keep it from coiling around Zeke, who was attacking its head.

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