Vasquez was dumbfounded.
Marx took a double take at the figure before him.
Amaya's eyes widened.
Before them, was a snake whose body was as thick as an adult male thigh. Its tail was coiled on the ground and it was not clear how long it was. Its human face which was the size of an adult palm was triangular in shape and had a pointed chin. Its eyes were narrow and slanted, showing a pair of pupils that constricted vertically. Its nose was straight and narrow.
The snake clicked its tongue and the trio caught a glimpse of a forked black mass of flesh.
"I was right after all. Your face is not worth seeing." Marx spoke in a loud voice which infuriated the human snake.
"How dare you!" it wriggled its body but hissed in pain. "What weapon did you put on your clothes? Why does it hurt so much? Boo hoohooo!" the human snake wailed. Her pupils narrowed into a vertical line against a backdrop of yellow iris.
