[Salone]

Lev had barely began to adjust to sanity before he was set upon by the vipers. They snapped and lunged, sinking fangs in to both boots below and skin and cloth above. It was all too much. Lev had lost it.

He screamed as he gripped behind the head of one of the snakes dangling from his arm. With a massive pull he ripped it from his skin, shouted in to its scaly face before biting its head off. He used the decapitated body as a whip, beating at the rest of the snakes as he spit blood and scale from his mouth. He finally let his makeshift whip fly, now useless that the bones inside were crushed and ill fit for damaging.

He pulled yet another from his leg, fighting to shove fingers from both hands in to the mouth of the beast. He achieved a decent grip and pulled apart, ripping the jaw free. He continued pulling, screaming over the creaking pops and snaps of sinew as it began to tear. The strong skin held, and the creature was ripped down the side, tearing away in to two portions. Freed organs slopped lazily on to the floor, free of their cage of bones and tissue.

And yet they refused to relent.

Lev unfastened the heavy revolver from his chest holster. The long and heavy cylinder was filled with five .410 gauge shot shell rounds, and he made quick use of them. Not caring for assaulting himself with the pellets, he fire point blank across his body. Snakes attached to him became confetti as they were stripped down, cut apart and dismembered by the pellets passing through them. Quite a few entered Lev's own body, shredding in to muscle and burying themselves in his denser tissue. He kept this up, firing again and again until he emptied the revolver. What was left of the creatures continued to hang off of him in ribbons, giving him the look of some sort of nightmarish piñata as he bled once again. Even still he was assaulted. There was no time to reload. But the revolver was metal, and it was heavy.

A sickening crunch signaled the crushing of small bones as he brought the revolver down on the head of a snake, using the cylinder to literally beat the serpents down. He fell upon the floor as he came to their territory, sanity slipping ever so quickly. Eventually the gun slipped from his hands, clattering along the floor. He did not care though. At this point he was grabbing any snake he could find, literally choking the life out of them with his hands as he ignored the ones biting down in to him. Their poison burned, coursed through his veins. But he did not care. Lev carried a much darker poison, a much more final fate. A disease that had not yet run its course upon the world.

And with sanity taking its leave, Lev began to once again feed upon his foes.