[ Now if only it could. Whatever it is, it seems to be entirely helpless to getting its ass beat. The snake digs, and digs, and digs more with until there's an muffled squelching underground. Very abruptly the breaths moving the ground grow much fainter. Slowly, like it's found satisfaction, the snake begins to undulate backwards out of the impromptu hole that it made.
The snake's head re-emerges partway with something fleshy and pink held in its mouth. The retreating jerks to a stop when something connecting the fleshy mass to the ground pulls taut. Will Sha-Ming watch or will he run? ]
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The snake's head re-emerges partway with something fleshy and pink held in its mouth. The retreating jerks to a stop when something connecting the fleshy mass to the ground pulls taut. Will Sha-Ming watch or will he run? ]