Hector- Constriction

Rising out of the bank of fog behind her came a length of her shining black body, curled elegantly around the body of Hector. His face was obscured, the coil firm across his face and lower body, as his hands struggled in vain to pull and push the monster away. Drew could only watch as the Boarlord’s fingers scrabbled against the serpent’s skin, failing time after time to catch a grip. He was suffocating.
“Let him go!” he yelled, pulling the Wolfshead sword from its scabbard in a hairy, clawed hand. “You’re a monster!” The hackles on his neck rose up as his eyes searched her huge frame, looking for any weak spot. Hector’s arms were gradually falling limp.

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