I watched, first.
Analyzed.
My Mana had to be used sparingly when I channeled, so I couldn't afford a miss.
I watched the Hunters' movements. Their formations. The serpent's rhythm. The way its head snapped before it struck, the way its weight shifted as it coiled and lunged.
There was always a gap to exploit. I just had to find it.
My eyes scanned the battle greedily, continuing to analyze.
And there it was.
A half-breath pause between its top-down lunges, that also forced every hunter to go on defense, since when it's head was reared high, its flexible physiology meant it could target just about anyone in the vicinity.
That window between lunges was my chance.
I waited once more. Playing the scenario in my head over and over, until the moment finally came.
The Serpent's massive head reared back and straight up, at least 20 meters into the air, green eyes searching the ground for the perfect target.
