He spun on one heel, the motion so violent his shoe tore the emerald moss. The bone dagger in his hand flashed in a silver arc, reflecting the pale-yellow moon.
Squelch.
The jagged blade sliced clean through the neck of the Shadow-Dart mid-air. The decapitated head, mouth still opening to deliver a bite, flew past his hip, missing his femoral artery by an inch. It landed in the muck, jaws snapping shut on nothing but air, while the headless body sprayed cold, black blood across Sol's shredded clothes.
"One down and only a thousand more to go" Sol hissed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. But there was no time for a victory dance. Due to him slowing down for the strike, the gap had closed. And more snakes were upon him.
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