She got Jungle Fever (part 2)

“R..R..Remind…me…again…Why are we…here…” Silva stuttered as she stared ahead at their next target. The priest, who went by the name of Venoxis, dwelt within an area of the city named the coil, for reasons that were now apparent to the duo. Hundreds, thousands of snakes, varying from the relatively tiny grassland snakes similar to those found in the barrens, to the giant acid spitting monsters that seemed to be completely at ease around the trolls of the city. Zachariah rolled his feline eyes, and nudged the female forwards with his head, making her armour clatter around as she resisted.
“But seriously…Why…WHY SNAKES!? I hate them!!! They’re all slimy and slithery and disgusting!!” She cried out, causing a light chuckle to escape from the druid. So rare you show your feminine side, Silvacgosa. It could almost be called cute. The voice within her mind rumbled on, causing the Ebon Knight to turn around sharply, and glare at the druid, who shrugged at her.
“It’s you, isn’t it…You’ve been…you know about…” She began, but when she saw the confused look on her companions features, she shook her head.
“Never mind. Come on, let’s just…uuugh…deal with the snakes…” She finished, gripping her axe tightly.
Uuuugh…..Why is it that snakes bother me so? I am a creature far beyond them, and yet, even when I was not in this guise…I could not stand them. It is a mystery… Silva mused as she approached the entrance to the Coil, Zachariah hot on her hooves. The druid ran on as a wave of pain lashed through her. She slowed, and could only watch as the feline tore through the tiny snakes with ease, ripping them asunder. She found herself frozen, unable to move on as her body seemed to shut down completely. What….this…this isn’t fear…This is something else….a paralysis…POISON!
“ZACH! POISON!!” She cried, wobbling forwards before falling to her knees. From inside her chestplate, a tiny red snake dropped, hissing at her with its blood drenched fangs bared. Grunting, she moved her paw up as high as she could, slamming it down onto the snake, letting gravity do its job. The snake almost burst from the impact, bile and acid spweing from its mouth as it let out its last breath.

“Sssoooo, ya be da sssstrangassss sssssneakin inta da Gurub! Yall be makin good ssssnacksss!” A trollish voice spoke from an altar to their right. Zach growled loudly, hunching down on all fours as he stared at the speaker. Rising some twelve feet from the ground, the speaker was not trollish in appearance, but held instead the visage of a giant hooded cobra, complete with fangs and scales. Silva squeaked, before groaning, collapsing to her side as the poison washed through her. Letting out a tremendous roar, Zach charged the snake man before it could react, rolling over and over as his full weight slammed into the Loa priest. Teeth and claws fought each other for supremacy as the two bestial entities tore at each other, raging through the battle. If…I am…no use here…what use…am I…at all…
“RISE!!!” Silva cried out, channeling the dark energies she was mistress of into one of the many skeletal remains that littered the vile den. The bones began to clatter noisily, as the whole body began to shine with the shadow power that coursed through it. Slowly, and more than a little shakily, the bones rose, picked up a sword and shield from the ground, and ran towards the battle. its first strike caught the snake off guard, striking a glancing blow across its back, but the second was parried by the priests armoured skin. This, however, distracted him enough for Zach to plunge his sharp fangs into the priests neck. He clamped down hard, and tore, ripping skin and flesh from the troll, who screamed in pain, before collapsing to the floor.

“That was…surprisingly easy…” Silva mumbled as she tried to push herself up. She felt the soft nuzzle of Zachariahs cat formed muzzle on her neck, and found herself smiling faintly. The druid slowly returned to his true form, and closed his eyes, silently asking the forces of nature to purge the poison from her body. As Silva looked around, her glowing eyes caught sight of something that disturbed her greatly. In a single movement, she pushed herself upright, tugged Zachariah back and thrust her paws forwards, setting them on the shoulders of Venoxis, who had returned to his trollish form and gathered up a sword, which was, at that moment, stuck part way through Silvas chest. The troll looked to the wound, before looking up at the Tauren, a mix of fear and guilt in his eyes.
“That…all you….have left…in you?” She grunted, reaching to the weapon, before pulling the notched blade from herself, tossing it way up high into the air, a faint blue glow around its edge.
“Da Ssoulflaya will claim ya ass hiss own!” The troll screamed, as the sword slammed back into the ground some inches behind him. Silva smirked lightly, and pointed to the sword.
“Lets Dance.” She said, and with that, the weapon seemed to spring to life, an unholy glow around its shape. The troll flinched as the sword swung, narrowly avoiding being cut by the thing. It twirled in the air once or twice, before attacking the troll again, guiding it back against one of the glyph covered stone walls of the Coil.
“Our dance is over. You were a boring partner.” The Knight finished, and with that, the sword lashed forwards, impaling the troll agaisnt the ornate carving behind him. He flailed against the thing, as dark green blood oozed from his wounds, his life slowly slipping away. Silva smiled one last time, before falling fowards, all of her empowered energy gone. Rest easy, Silva. You will recover. The voice echoed in her head as her last shards of consciousness slipped from her grasp.