The snake was dying. It was nearing the end of its strength and Sef could feel its struggles through the spear growing weaker and weaker. She gritted her teeth and waited, keeping the pressure on the spot where her blade pierced its torso.

Her mouth fell open when a burning coal flew through the air and slid right down the snake's throat. "What are you doing?" she yelled, horrified. An earsplitting sound tore through the small space and she cringed. The creature was screaming, an unnaturally high pitched sound of agony.

Sef redoubled her efforts to ram the spear home and in the process twisted it upwards, trying to find its heart and kill it quicker. "Why would you do that?" she demanded angrily.