Not even one hit…
Not because the lion was inherently faster than the cobra could aim accurately. But because Klein was anticipating each shot before it launched. Reading body language of the cobra. The tensing of specific muscles before spitting. The way its head was positioned for optimal trajectory.
And reacting before the attacks fully committed.
After the sixth failed shot, Feng changed tactics with visible frustration.
Desperately.
He ordered the cobra to generate toxic clouds across the field. Not directed attacks but area dispersion. Poisonous mist that expanded in all directions indiscriminately.
