Did we make it?
The number of the never-ending snakes seemed to be decreasing, while the number of headless snakes wriggling on the ground increased. It has been roughly ten minutes since they came out, and I could finally see the end of them.
Are these snakes made with black magic too? There were too many of them, fifty—or more—I believe, so a few bites were inevitable. I've gotten a few bites here and there, and none of them have healed yet.
[I think this is the last of them], said Jack, panting and gasping for air as he continued to sever the heads of the snakes.
[Did I just hear our little Gamma panting for air?] came a response from Andrew, ready for his teasing even in the midst of a fight. [Oh, Jack. Don't tell me these worms are giving you a hard time.]
Jack ignored him for a few long moments, biting and crushing snakes in half until he got fed up with Andrew's constant taunts.
