In the eyes of this giant Boa I can see my life parading, all it wants is to fill it's stomach, or maybe it does know filling its stomach means wiping an existence. Perhaps it does like the feeling of fear in the eyes of its prey, their weak struggles, it loves to feel their last kick before the slide down its stomach in the slide to hell.
Wrong choice of prey.
I fix it right in the eyes and just like it read my mind, it gets ready for the mortal combat.
In a fast move it is striking mouth wide open bolting to me, I've no intention to move, my mind is running a massive research on where I can possibly strike that will leave me enough time to slay it.
It is just inches away from me when I grasp the blurry idea lingering at the tip of my mind, as soon as I have hold of it, I'm forcing
