They jumped. The twins, in synchronized movement, launched at the serpent. Their swords, the Body Integration qi channeling through the blades, sliced. The serpent, its head, its body, was struck. The scales, the emerald and gold, cracked. The blood, the green, acidic fluid, sprayed.
The snake struck back. Its tail, the massive, muscular appendage, swept. The twins, their bodies, were hit. The impact, the force, sent them sliding. Their robes, the fabric, tore. The tear marks, the rips in the silk, revealed skin. Jin Yuhan's shoulder, the pale flesh. The junior sister's thigh, the slender limb.
They gasped. The pain, the impact, was there. But they recovered. Their swords, the qi, came up again. They struck. The serpent, its wounded body, was driven back. Again. And again. The blades, the Body Integration energy, cut. The snake, its head, its hood, its fangs, was severed. The body, the massive, scaled body, fell. The ground shook.
