Amazonian Serpenta flexes anaconda biceps, blue veins vining up her tree-trunk neck. Sheathed in armored scales and copperhead helm, she cracks her neck and stretches, spine popping like past rats in her constrictor’s grip.
Serpenta waits patiently, swaying gently in viper pose, breathing easy. Her prey circles, mistaking themselves for predators. Common blunder. They rush, tooth and nail, slashing blindly. She shifts away, slipping, sliding, rearing. With cobra strike she pierces necks. Needle-sharp nails bite deep. Blood spurting on the sand, they cower in corners. Serpenta slithers up, enwraps them gently in her pythonic embrace, crushing away their pain.