Eight snakes coalesced in front of Tycon, each of them nearly the size of himself in his snake form-- all of them together dwarfing the Snake Cult Guardian. Glowing a harsh white, they surged forward, biting and snapping.
These were vipers.
It was slightly annoying that he had to yell the skill's name in a foreign language to achieve such a powerful effect... As he had not perfectly mastered the ⌈Taste the Hydra Blade⌋ art enough to achieve its full power without a chant, he preferred being effective at the cost of being overly dramatic.
"So... cool..." Athena peered out of the brush with wide eyes, "Are those... d-dragons?"
"Psh, no," Lone answered before anyone else could. "Dragons don't exist... um... milady."
The ethereal vipers crashed into the Guardian, sinking fangs into the woman's 'flesh' and stifling her charge. She grabbed at them, making futile efforts to pull them off, all while screaming as if she was actually a human.
