Shelly's frantic backwards leap saved her from the snake's throat, but not its fangs. She winced as the teeth grazed her leg, leaving shallow cuts but thankfully not giving the snake a good hold on her. She had more important things to worry about than the spreading warmth from the wound as she tried to create distance between her and the snake in complete panic. While a more level-headed Shelly might have thought to move away from the branch so the snake couldn't reach, the adrenaline pumping through her veins sent her flying out along the branch and over the creek.
The Sylvan Serpent recovered quickly from its failed strike and rushed out after his quarry in hot pursuit. His muscled coils twisting and quaking, he pushed himself further out on the branch after his dinner date. Though typically rather clever, this particular serpent was too consumed by his hungers to pay attention to matters of structural integrity. As he lunged forward in another strike, his massive bulk snapped the branch at the base. The dead wood and all the attached twigs dropped out from under him suddenly, and the whole mess went tumbling down into the creek.
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