Luneshale Pass pantano

The Gods put her through the wringer. When her jaws came in contact with absolutely-fucking-nothing in the end, Medusa watched her son sail in the air. But They were good, for about a minute—as she abandoned one quest for the next, she missed Soto’s vengeful fangs as she raced to him. But she heard him behind her—hopefully he fucking ate rocks and was stunned to stillness for the time it took her to—

QIAO! she banshee screamed. But, Medusa determined in that split second to… to trust her. That she had been seen at least. Or at least that other ears has heard.

And rather than abandon Khusobek, Medusa wheeled around and sprang both toward and away from Soto. She knew that to be snared by him was to be killed by him, and so any time his fangs came within biting distance she would rush away. She would certainly bleed, but she hoped to be quick enough to avoid being held in his grip for even a moment. He was an anaconda, and she a fucking guinea pig—she wouldn’t survive that shit. This might be a losing battle, but she would give Khusobek time to kill whoever he would kill. And Qiao time to run.