A snake had coiled around his hind leg and sunk fangs deep, deep into the muscle. Andrev howled, writhed, twitched desperately to dislodge, but to no avail.
Rastaban’s words echoed in his mind.
Bigger isn’t always better.
Another shimmer-change, and the snake collapsed. Andrev crept through the grass, watching with his multifaceted eyes, hairy legs testing the air as he paused, considered his target.
The pulse.
He leapt.
He had his buried deep fangs in Dalinor’s throat before one of the men noticed and began to shriek like a woman.
“Spider!”
The poison was fast, too fast for Dalinor.
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