Chapter 41: Their Past
A look of bewilderment crossed Medusa's face as the man's sword clattered to the ground. She froze in a rather awkward pose, as she had been about to pounce on him and splash more of her poison on his armor.
'His venom's so potent… much more than mine… who is this man?' Medusa cast a curt glance at Nith, her slit dark-violet eyes narrowing at his presence.
She didn't linger on him for long as her opponent turned around, ready to flee the battle and return to his gang.
There was no way he could win against Medusa with his dominant arm rendered useless!
Plunging her upper body, Medusa slithered across the jagged forest floor, her well-endowed chest just barely avoiding contact with the ground. She crushed pebbles and anything else in her path under her weight.
