Memory:Swamp hydra

A solitary creature, though the idea of being alone when you have more serpentine heads than a snake pit seems hard to grasp. The creature turns its many sets of eyes in your direction. With a glint in those small pools of amber, you know that this monstrosity acts purely on instinct. And its instincts tell it, it's hungry. You ready yourself for the attack, which if even from one opponent, can come from all sides at once. The fluid dripping from its fangs seems to imply pending doom. When it hits the ground, hissing clouds of vapor rise.