Alec moved without thinking. His arm flew up as soon as he registered the snake's target.
With flawless accuracy, Alec pinpointed the needle's trajectory and blocked it with his hand.
Casting a spell required thought. Since he didn't think, it was irrelevant.
The needle punctured the center of his palm, sinking in a fifth of the thickness of his hand.
Alec slowly turned to look at it. He hadn't felt it hit, but he was still sure he caught it.
'Oh no.'
He could already sense his hand start to lose feeling.
'Is there anything…?'
Alec quickly scanned through everything he had read about the Paratrellian Spit Snake.
'Is there an antidote?'
Faster.
'There might be countermeasures?'
Faster.
'Is there anything useful in the area?'
Not fast enough.
'I need more time.'
Alec's blood ran cold. He couldn't move his hand anymore. He couldn't find anything useful.
