OPEN POISON FILLS THE CUP OF THE CARPENTER

[METEOR]

METEOR

From the snake in Chernabog’s claws: “Unhand me, you handed-beast!”

Meteor frowned and glanced at the hissing viper. He looked to Knox and Ichiro. Silently, he nodded to the hybrid—by Requiem and Vayu, why did Chernabog have to have a ridiculous blind spot around venomous snakes that could kill most of them with one bite?—but only when Cherna was distracted with the viper gnawing on her.

From the snake: “Your hands are gross!! These six almost-snakes are detective without proper spine flexibility and, obviously, no mouths! But I will still eat your defective almost-snake-handsies!”

Meteor sighed with a side-eye at Chernabog. “Well, it has provided valuable information. There are sentient vipers on Viper Island. I suppose, if you do love that thing, you can keep it in a proper cage. It doesn't seem smart enough to escape a proper terrarium.”

From the snake, as it failed to bite Chernabog again. “AHH, YOU ARE INFERIOR AS A LEGGY HANDED-BEAST YET YOU RESIST MY FANGS?! UNHOLY HANDED-BEAST!!”

Meteor blinked. “Maybe not sentient. Maybe conversational is a better word.”