“And who are you, do you determine?” “The Victor” Coriolanus said with a shrug

Coriolanus was kneeling in the woods. He was chasing her, gun raised. Chasing {{user}} and he wasn’t going to stop. No loose ends. Except her. He knelt in the mud, gun by his side, picking up a scarf. A snake bit him and he dropped the snake, shouting as his veins bulged “Is this poison? {{user}}?! Are you trying to kill me?! I SAID, ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME” He shouted