The Ultimate Host

Python continued to take down Akira's soldiers. Blood was now all over his green scaly hands. He kneeled down on one knee washing the blood off his hands in the nasty swamp water. He stood on his feet, quickly jumping on a tree that stuck of the swampy water. He then jumped onto the wet, moist land that made a squishy sound when he landed on it. He suddenly heard squishing noises of footsteps approaching. He immediately camouflaged himself walking too slowly towards the nasty swampy water. The soldier held his plasma rifle tightly in his hand. He had sworn he heard something. When the soldier turned around Python came out of camouflaged slitting the soldier's throat. The soldier collapsed on the ground leaning hid head back causing the slice on his throat to grow large causing his head to fall off rolling into the nasty swampy water. Blood began squirting out of the soldier's body, resembling a fountain.

Through the thick huge grass which was sharp as dull knives laid an enemy camp with over thirty soldiers from the Council Of Fate Empire. They all were taking a break from finding Python and chopping off his head. However, none of them would be successful. Python had eyes behind his head. He literally had eyes behind his head. They activated when a person or creature tried to capture or assassinate him. Python camouflaged himself again enhancing his hearing so he could over what the soldiers were chatting about. "Where the fuck is this prick?!" said one of the soldiers. "We have been looking through this thick nasty swamp for over two hours now!" said another one of the soldiers. The leader of the soldiers named Hail began giggling. "What the fuck is so funny?" Even though he was their commanding officer, they should him not one inch of respect. You lazy fucking dinks are always fucking complaining. "Two hours?!" "Don't make me fucking laugh." "I have searched for other accessories for weeks!" said Hail. "We all do not like our job supreme leader Hail." hyperbole the soldier. The soldiers continued to talk with each other. Python slowly crept down the hill. He sunk behind one of the soldiers snapping his neck like a twig. While he was searching through the soldier, he was spotted by a soldier who quickly alerted Hail and the rest of his comrades. They began rapidly firing at Python. Python evaded all the plasma bolts firing multiple poison rounds at the soldiers. Most of the soldiers were killed, while the rest of them cowered in the deep thick swamp, vanishing with one trace. Hail did not care his soldiers were slaughtered. He pulled out a plasma rifle firing five rounds of plasma at Python.