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The giant python wasted no time, lunging at Yvette with its massive mouth wide open. Its enormous body seemed to block out the very sky as it advanced, intent on crushing everything in its path.
Yvette sneered, dodging with astonishing speed. In the blink of an eye, she drew a sharp dagger from her waist. The blade gleamed menacingly under the dim light.
The python, enraged by her swift movements, swung its massive tail at Emmett, Bruce, Chris, and Frankie, who had distanced themselves in an attempt to get a better shot. The force of the tail strike sent them scattering, and Frankie was struck with full force. He was thrown into the thick bushes, knocked unconscious.
Not taking any chances, Emmett, Bruce, Chris, and Frankie aimed their weapons at the python’s head, unloading a barrage of bullets. The python, having lived for decades, was not naive. It swayed its head back and forth with precision, dodging the majority of the shots. The few that did land barely left a mark, leaving only shallow holes in its thick scales. To the group’s dismay, the python showed no signs of weakening.
The creature’s anger flared as it turned its focus back on them, flicking its tongue and preparing to strike once more. It was relentless, and they found themselves retreating under the weight of its attacks.
Frankie, still dazed from the tail strike, struggled to his feet just in time to be knocked down again, this time by a massive swing of the python’s tail. His body crumpled as he slumped unconscious against a tree, leaving the others to fend for themselves.
Seeing Frankie’s condition, Emmett gave Chris a sharp look, signaling that it was time to work together. They had to strategize: one would aim for the python’s head, the other for its weak points. But the sheer size of the beast made finding those weak points near impossible.
Bruce, understanding the plan, took up his position. His role was clear: distract the beast long enough for Emmett and Chris to find their opening. He took every chance he could, striking the python with his own weapon whenever it gave him an opening.
The battle dragged on. While the group was exhausted, the python showed no signs of slowing. It was an ancient creature, honed by years of survival. Sensing their fatigue, it grew even more aggressive, launching an attack with its tail that sent Bruce and Chris crashing to the ground, severely injured.
With only Emmett still standing, the situation seemed dire. Bruce and Chris, lying motionless, exchanged a glance—a silent understanding passing between them. They knew Emmett couldn’t last much longer. But they weren’t ready to give up yet.
Chris pulled out explosives, preparing for a last-ditch effort. The plan was simple: if they were going down, they would take the beast with them. He tightened his grip on the detonator, his expression resolute.
Before he could activate the explosives, a voice rang out from the distance.
“Stop!”
It was Yvette. The group turned in disbelief as they saw her rushing back toward them, her figure slicing through the thick air.
Bruce, who had thought Yvette had abandoned them, let out a sigh of relief. No matter what happened next, he had to admit that Yvette’s return signified something—she wasn’t just someone who would run away when things got tough.
As Yvette approached, her gaze swept over them, and without hesitation, she charged at the massive python. Her movement was fluid, almost otherworldly. In a single leap, she soared through the air, landing with deadly grace on the creature’s back.
The python, sensing the new threat, thrashed wildly, trying to shake her off. But Yvette was too quick. With a precision born of years of training, she located the python’s vulnerable spot—a small gap in its armor-like scales—and plunged her dagger deep into its flesh.
The scale that no bullet could penetrate cracked under the force of her strike. Yvette twisted the dagger, further widening the wound.
The python let out a guttural hiss, thrashing harder in a desperate attempt to dislodge her. But Yvette didn’t relent. She jumped higher, landing on the python’s head. With swift efficiency, she drew her gun, aimed for its eyes, and fired.
The python recoiled in pain, its vision obliterated by the bullets. Taking advantage of its blindness, Yvette unsheathed her dagger once more and drove it deep into the side of the python’s head, severing it cleanly from its massive body.
The rainforest seemed to hold its breath as the python’s enormous form slumped to the ground with a thunderous crash. The ground trembled beneath them, and the dense trees shook from the sheer force of its fall.
Frankie, who had regained consciousness after the mighty crash, crawled out from the underbrush. His body still ached, but he could hardly believe what he had just witnessed.
It was a scene none of them would ever forget. Yvette, dressed in black, stood atop the massive python’s head. Blood stained her clothes, but she stood tall, her figure radiating an eerie, almost regal confidence. Her face remained stoic, but a faint, victorious smile played at the corners of her lips.
She looked every bit the queen of the jungle as the dying sun bathed her in a golden glow, as if she were a goddess descended from the heavens.
The others, still in shock, watched her with a mixture of awe and disbelief. They had never seen anything like this before, and for the first time, they understood the true depth of her capabilities.
Yvette’s frown broke the momentary silence, a small disruption in the tension. The group snapped out of their stupor, and Yvette jumped down from the python’s head, landing lightly on her feet. She walked toward them, casually pulling out four pieces of vanilla toffee from her pocket.
She tossed the toffees to each of them. They caught them, but none of them seemed particularly enthusiastic. They weren’t children. They didn’t crave candy. But after what they had just witnessed, they ate them without a word. There were no complaints. Not now.
The fight with the python had left them with a renewed respect for Yvette. She was no ordinary woman. She wasn’t just their guide or a teammate—she was a force of nature in her own right.
Chris, especially, had a new spark in his eyes. He’d always admired Jeremiah, but now, he saw something in Yvette that commanded his respect, too.
Yvette glanced over at them as she approached the python’s body again, this time to retrieve the gallbladder. Without missing a beat, she expertly sliced it free, the bloody organ dripping in her hands. The strong, fishy odor was overpowering, but Yvette was unbothered.
Chris, who had seen his share of grisly scenes, couldn’t help but admire her cool demeanor. This wasn’t something an ordinary person could do. She was not just a fighter—she was someone who could face death head-on and walk away unscathed.
“Legend,” Emmett murmured under his breath, his voice filled with awe. It was the only word that seemed to fit Yvette now. They understood what it meant to be fearless. The sight of her calmly removing the gallbladder was the final, undeniable proof of her extraordinary nature.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Yvette slung her black backpack over her shoulder and spoke, her voice carrying with quiet authority, “Keep up.” Then she turned and headed deeper into the rainforest.
The group, still reeling from the events of the day, followed without hesitation, knowing that their journey was far from over. As the night drew near, they found shelter in a cave that Yvette had discovered. They would camp here for the night, knowing that more dangers awaited them in the dense jungle.
But whatever lay ahead, they had seen the true extent of Yvette’s strength—and they knew they were no longer just following a guide. They were following a legend.
