Tequila activated adrenal enhancement and mobility acceleration, his entire body surging forward like a steaming bull in a charging frenzy. His military boots trampled over the snake horde, smashing bloody flesh into mush, stirring up a nauseating storm of carnage as he dashed toward the pyramid.
The snake horde sensed the uninvited guest. Like a tidal wave, they surged and rolled, shaking the earth beneath. From underground, bottomless pits, ruins, and sacrificial altars, following the ley lines of the land, emerged over a dozen giant jungle pythons—monstrous creatures with gaping, fang-filled jaws exuding foul stench. Their massive forms twisted as they lunged at Tequila!
Unfazed, Tequila's weapons of war roared to life. Machine guns, rifles, pistols—all opened fire, their blazing tongues of destruction tearing through the scales and flesh of the colossal beasts in an instant, reducing these would-be terrors to mere shreds of splattered gore.
