Chapter 155: Morbid Serpents, Part 2
He tried to wipe the grime from his face, then grimaced as he realized even more of it covered his hands. He found a relatively clean patch of sleeve and used that, stomach heaving at the smell and taste of the serpent venom.
Where was his fucking sword?
Pushing himself to his feet, Telmé went in search of it, finally found it half-buried in the broken stones that had come loose after he'd slammed into the wall. Retrieving it, he turned and faced the square.
A serpent had curled in a half-circle around the fountain and was slowly consuming its victim. Telmé gripped his sword tightly and ran at it, hacked and hacked, screaming all the while, until the damned thing lay in two pieces.
Racing back to the front of the monster, he grabbed the paralyzed person by their arms and pulled them back out of the serpent's mouth. He knelt, checked the person's pulse, then looked them over for injuries. Thankfully there only seemed to be cuts and a few small gouges from the teeth.