Kite was startled, her hands clutching her clothes as she asked in a trembling voice, "What are you doing?"
"This snake beast always likes to move its hands and feet; it's too scary," she thought.
"I'll check you for wounds," Viperus replied, his expressionless face and reddened eyes looking even more menacing. His hands continued to tug at her clothes, oblivious to the struggle.
What is this kite wearing? Layers upon layers, he wondered.
Kite's strength was no match for Viperus's. In no time, her inner garments were exposed. Embarrassed, she shrank to the side, crossing her arms over herself. "It's okay, I'm fine. I'm not hurt! Stop pulling my clothes! If you keep going, I'll be angry!" She waved her small fist at him in a feeble attempt to bluff.
The little female would rather die than yield, unaware that her petite frame could hardly withstand the powerful snake beast for long.
