It wasn't even slithering on the ground, its head raised, weaving back and forth in the air as if it were swimming toward him.
It flicked its tongue out.
Sol stared at the snake. The snake stared at Sol.
"Oh, fuck me," He finally squeaked.
The snake suddenly lunged.
He rolled instinctively and threw himself to the right just as the blue blur struck the spot where his head had been a second ago.
He scrambled backward on his hands and heels, kicked a cloud of dirt into the snake's face, and scrambled to his feet.
"Ahhhhh!"
He ran. He ran like he had never run in his life. He ran with his arms flailing, his dignity completely abandoned, screaming internally (and maybe a little externally, he didn't know or care). He tore through the grass, leaping over roots, dodging thorns.
He didn't look back, but he could hear it… the terrifyingly fast swish-swish-swish of the predator closing the gap. It was faster than him. Much faster.
