'What kind of sick joke is this?' It raged internally.
Actually, the effectiveness and ferocity of an attack didn't matter.
If it didn't connect, it was as useless as a fart.
Val didn't care about its feeling. He put all his strength into the tips of his feet and launched himself into the air. He was like a flash of blinding light as he cut through the air, pouncing toward the immobilized snake and covering the last remaining distance between them in a flash.
He landed on top of it.
Now, clearly the beast was entirely at Val's mercy, and he was the type of guy that never shows mercy to his enemy.
The snake's fate was quite clear.
Without a moment's hesitation, Val stabbed downward with his sword. The blade cut through the hard scales on the snake's head like a hot knife through butter, effortlessly penetrating its skull and stabbing into its brain.