*Blood and bloody mission.*
He forced her head down to the ground as the snakes in her head flayed around, leaving oily traces down his legs. Unlike in the mythology, this serpentine haired creature had no special particularity except brute force. If you ignored the toothless snakes attached to its head, of course. He’d already lost two of his four underlings.
“Hold her down you dimwit!” *What wouldn’t he give for a pair of ropes right now.* “Use the fecking hair and bind her! What’re ya waiting for?” Poor excuse for hair if you ask anyone, but he was not in a judgmental mood. Several minutes and a whole lot of cursing later, the creature — or snake-haired human — was bonded tightly; double bonds on the legs and arms to be sure she didn’t pull any dirty tricks.
“The bitch sure had a lot of fight in her, eh boss?” Geralt said, excited as a little kid. Rand just could not be mean when he looked up at those disconcerting kind eyes, out of place on that gruesome face. He ignored him instead.
“My honest comrades,” he was pretty sure an honest thought ever passed on through those two ugly heads, but it never hurt to be polite.