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[b]"Fine, but you go first."[/b] The lady in the spider suit replied to him, still hanging from the ceiling. Judging by her response and insistence on him taking lead, she not not run into this thing by choice, perhaps a mere accident while fighting other demons or something. Nevertheless, War-Pulse gave her a brisk nod in acknowledgement as the snake charged the to of them, fangs on prominent display. There was not a lot of room to move in the cave, barely enough for the snake to turn around, and honestly too dark to see what was behind them, the only real bit of light eking through was from the recent embarrassing hole he had made falling into the cave. Trying to outmaneuver this behemoth would be next to impossible with these kinds of conditions, and the beast hurdling towards them did not leave much time to think up a battle plan.

Without much else to do, War-Pulse charged the creature head-on, attempting to at least slow its progress before it tried to swallow both of them. Throwing his arms forward, his hands grasped the massive beast's fangs, the beast's momentum slamming into him and causing his feet to drag along the ground, building up big piles of rubble at the heels as he clenched up his muscles. He let out an audible grunt as he let a large expulsion of energy out behind him, utilizing powerful bursts of momentum to force the beast to a halt, meanwhile trying not to pass out from the overwhelming stench of what could only be described as rotting venom emitting from the beast's breath. Nevertheless, the charge began to indeed slow down, grinding to a halt by War-Pulse's strength. Now locked in a stalemate, he could feel the monster trying to push some more as he held his ground.

"Hah....guess you ain't so..big and bad...after all..." War-Pulse uttered, making another step towards the beast in an attempt to push it back.

Of course, the large snake was smarter than it appeared, as soon as War-Pulse began to taunt and boast, it simply stopped pushing, causing War-Pulse to lose his footing momentarily long enough for the large snake to whip its massive head upwards into the ceiling of the cave, bringing War-Pulse's body with it. More rocks and rubble caved in from the ceiling as War-Pulse made impact, a loud grunt of alarm coming from the mercenary before he let go of the beast and sank back to the floor, in which the serpent was in hot pursuit, coming down on the fighter with its huge jaws and catching War-Pulse in its razor like teeth. The kinetic sheath surrounding War-Pulse protected him from the razors as the snake raised him up, the beast gnawing on the mercenary as he struggled to free himself. 

Trying to pry the monster's jaw open from his position was not working, with his torso sticking out of one side and his feet sticking out of the other, he did not exactly had the leverage to utilize his full strength. He began to punch the creature violently on the nose repeatedly, the sound of fists against scales ringing out with each strike. The creature roared in pain from each strike, but refused to let go, instead smashing War-Pulse's head into the wall with a quick flick of its head to try and knock War-Pulse out first. Seeing his scales have little give and the beast having a much higher pain tolerance than War-Pulse was acclimated to, War-Pulse resorted to a dirtier tactic. Extending out with a free hand, a powerful blue burst of energy came rocketing out of it directly into the basilisk's eye. With a thunderous impact, the monster immediately let go to let out a screech in pain, giving War-Pulse the opportunity to pull himself free from the thousands of teeth, whirling around to grab hold of the top of the monster''s head and pull up, causing the creature to lurch back in surprise. 

The resulting scene was reminiscent of a twisted rodeo, the serpent writhing and thrashing to throw off the brash idiot riding on top, and War-Pulse attempting to pull hard enough on the beast's nose to keep it distracted and stable enough for the woman in the spider suit to get a good shot at it.

"Whenever you're ready, Spider Girl!" War-Pulse shouted, the beast slamming him into the ceiling again. "Hit it with...whatever it is that you got!"

[i]Which I probably should have asked what she could do [b]before[/b] jumping onto the head of a demon snake thing.[/i] War-Pulse's subconscious chastised, gripping hard on the monster's nostrils for anchors.