Isadora aimed her blade to pierce The Snákr's head but it was already too late, its fang had already pierced deeply into her stomach, the force causing her blood to splash around the air.
She grunted in pain as her hold on her sword gave out, her hand placed on the creature colossal's head.
The Snákr shrieked as it broke through the earth and emerged back at the arena, Isadora's body dropping to the ground.
Logi straightened his position, as his nerves worked him to the core. Nyssa gulped heavily, her wide eyes on the scene.
Kraven rose from his throne, walking to the ledge and hands rested against the cold stone. His stern eyes were on Isadora's bleeding form. He could still hear her heartbeat. She's still alive.
Isadora's hand flinched, the piercing sounds of The Snákr's shriek breaking through her subconscious. It no longer sounded like a terrifying creature but a crying one.
