"I Should try to cut its tail, and when I do, attack its heart, which lies at its center… Yes, I should do that," Lionel muttered as he charged forward.
He slid into the battle between the two creatures, his Shadowflame sword drawn. The sword's blade gleamed under the desert sun, golden flames dancing at its tip.
He stood beside the man and struck his sword against the snake's tail. As he entered the fray, the snake immediately noticed him—one of its large hydra heads opened wide, revealing its long, venomous tongue.
Lionel quickly moved to the side as poisonous venom rained down, the sand beneath his feet burning. His grip tightened on the hilt, steadying himself as he dove back in, his sword slashing again at the tail.
As he did, he exchanged a brief glance with the man, who now wore a look of confusion and urgency on his face, though he couldn't afford to be distracted as he defended himself from the snake's relentless attacks with its tail.