'Oh god why did I let them take this course? It could be worse, there could be multiple snakes and shit like everyone was planning on,' Cillian thought, having no knowledge on the snake (he had seen it for the first time today).
'I remember back in my day when we'd have to fight fifty snakes! Though they weren't metal...ah good times, good times. I even remember my first fight with a giant snake! Wait...that'd be one of those, what do the kids call it, 'that's what she said' things. I'll have to use that. Ah what a glorious day, a perfect day for fighting giant monstrosities!' Patriot thought, his active imagination kicking in and everything starting to look like an old episode of 'Leave it to Beaver'.
'Gosh I hope no one gets hurt. They certainly don't make heroes like they used to. All dark and gritty these days. Same with the enemies, I guess that's why Collin (Patriot) wanted it to be all metal, with lasers, and smokescreens, and shit,' John thought as he zoned out watching everyone fighting off the snake, his thoughts not making anymore sense after that.
"Come on everyone, keep at it!" Garrus yelled, getting caught by the tail of the snake and getting crushed by it. "Ah, fuck!" he gasped, getting one of his hands free and hitting the snake and causing some damage on the inside. The snake roared ('since when did they do that?') and threw Garrus far and high up into the sky.
"Shit sucks," he muttered as he plummeted to the ground a few hundred feet away.
"Garrus, you're out of bounds. Should we give him another penalty or just let him get back to the fight?" Patriot asked.
"Providing he survived that ('Of course he will, boy's tougher than that!') then let's just let him in," John replied.