The Firesnake whipped its tail around and snagged Zara by the foot, tripping her ass over head. Her chin slammed into the dirt hard. She could feel one of her teeth loosen from the impact and she bit the inside of her cheek. Somewhere away from her, she could hear the clatter of her spear; her only defense, now lost to her. She hurried to collect her senses, but all she could feel was a sick warm, wet sliminess slowly working its way up her legs towards her crotch. She didn’t want to look down to see what it was. The thought of what she would see was just too frightening for her.