And right then, Dribb burst forward like a pint-sized green missile, his axe raised high and his battered shield in front of him. A throat-shredding goblin war cry erupted from his lungs.
"RAAAAGHHH—!"
Then he did something I didn't see coming.
He threw the damn shield—Captain America style.
WHOOSH!
It sailed through the air with all the grace of a rusty frying pan and slammed into the python's scaled jaw.
CLANG!
The sound of impact was dull. The shield bounced off the injured python's head without leaving so much as a scratch.
Still, it was a nice effort.
Strangely effective. Just not in the way Dribb intended.
The python's hiss deepened into a guttural growl, low and rattling, like a rusted engine on the verge of tearing itself apart. One of its pupils shrank to a slit; the other, still bleeding thanks to Thok, swam in red.
Then it lunged—straight for Dribb. Its jaw unhinged wider than should've been possible.
Uh-oh.
