James tensed, his eyes narrowing. He had delt with the snakes many times before, and had learned to not fear them. He lunged forwards at a blinding speed, his hand shooting out. He snatched the venomous snake at the back of it's neck, feeling the scaley, dry skin brush against his own skin as it struggled to get out of his grasp. It made a strangled hissing sound, as the boy began to choke it. The snake hadn't done anything wrong, but it was better it, then Seth.
