All the toxic snakes on Medusa's scalp bit into that hand, injecting their venom into the tender flesh; yet, the pale hand remained unshaken, firmly covering the eyes of the snake-haired gorgon.
Lancelot charged to Medusa's front within the span of two heartbeats. When he stopped, his sword tip had already pierced her chest, followed by a horizontal slash that completely severed the gorgon's spine. The snakes instantly lost their vitality, slipping off like dehydrated octopus tentacles and leaving several round bite marks on the arm belonging to the vampire.
"Are you alright?" Lancelot kicked the headless corpse aside and steadied the young girl by her shoulders.
"I'm sorry, I really need to rest now," little Isa weakly smiled at Lancelot, "I thought I was immune to the toxins…"
"You did great just now," Lancelot said as he removed a dimensional bag from his belt, "Get a good sleep, and leave the rest to us."
"Hmm…"
