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Wyvern Hunt

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Chiara

The last job she’d done, the Chort, had earned her enough coin to finally find and purchase a new mare for herself. Luckily, it had already belonged to a hunter before, so the mare knew how to act and how to behave properly. But, she hadn’t realized that finding a blue roan Friesian horse would have been as difficult as it was. And it was on that mare, one she learned was named Elara, that she made her way into the mountains. This was a job she would have done with or without Zovea, knowing that a dragon was probably not what they were up against. And she voiced that as she rode. “You do know the chances of this being a /real/ dragon are slim, right? I’ve already researched the dragons of this realm, and malevolent ones are rare. There’s even an entire island dedicated to saving orphaned ones. I have a suspicion that this might either be a Forktail or a Wyvern. We’ll know more when we get closer to the cave.” And how did she know which cave it was? Well, a poor farmer had been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of it and was stupid enough to follow until he saw where the beast had laid for the night. Unfortunately, Chiara didn’t get any kind of description other than huge and scaly. Well, that and the fact that it carried off humans and livestock alike. “In either case, do you still have the Draconid oil I gave you? And the crossbow? If it flies, we’ll have to use them.”

Zovea

<Zovea hadn’t been interested in hunting a dragon when he had first garnered the contract but he had been interested in the drops that could have been discovered in the dragon’s hoard and, of course, in the few things that could be garnered from a dragon’s corpse like, for instance, the development of new armor that was even stronger than what he currently wore. He had brought it with him to Chiara, though she had been even more hesitant than him until he mentioned the amount of coin that was being offered to take care of it since it had already razed one or two villages and had carried off at least three children within the last two months which was a lot for one creature, even a dragon. His horse was silent as he moved to catch up with Chiara who had ridden ahead a few minutes before them. It didn’t take long and by the time that clomping heels strode forward and beside her, she was already bringing forth conversation in regards to the creature. “It doesn’t matter. It’s killed and needs to be taken care of. We’re the obvious choice,” he teased with a small shift of his weight on that horse’s back. Of course, it had been a farmer who had found the beast. That’s why it was so vague, the description. He couldn’t tell her that he truly hoped it was a dragon because it would be a fucking task to take care of it. The crossbow was attached to both his armor and chest piece. Beside it, the straps to his swords that clung to either side of his chest and there were bags hanging loosely at either of his sides with oils and other tinctures he would take if the need to arose> I got everything. It wouldn’t be my first hunt, you know, dragon or wyvern.

Chiara

She chanced the moment to take a look at him, glad that her mare was built for the rocky terrain they were crossing. She was hoping it was a dragon, honestly. The scales were incredible for potions, and their very blood had medicinal properties that could easily have made her potions just as potent as his. Oh, she was hoping. But, of course, as history dictated, she knew better. She shook her head, tapping her chin as Elara picked her way over the stones. “And Aard. That’s the sign you’d be best off using. Dragon or Wyvern, it’ll knock them out of the air. As for me, let’s see what kind of dragon this is, and hopefulyl my lightning will do /something/ against it.” She was still using magic, even if the process was dangerous. She’d already lost the feeling in her fingers twice in the past three days from simple spells that had backfired. But, honestly, she didn’t really care. Her own blades were strapped to her lower back, as always, her chest lined with potions and bombs. “The cave is just over that ridge there,” she said, pointing to a ridge that seemed a good twenty yards off. “If we’re lucky, this beast is….” She was cut off by a roar in the distance. “Oh. Well, so much for luck>”.”*

Zovea

<His horse had an easy enough time traveling over the rough terrain and hers seemed built for the terrain as much as his did, if not more. She had most likely been used for a hard life before this but it meant more that they get there and then back without so much as an injury. They approach that cave and the very first thing he does is down a blizzard potion, meant to improve his reflexes and speed for the time being as they finish their approach. She seems to forget that he has undergone this training. Even in the event of a dragon, the Quen sign would only do so well. The truly purposeful sign was Aard and he wouldn’t have any trouble casting them in the event of the actual fight. He reaches for his blades, just grabbing one while they move to cross over that ridge she points out. That roar only briefly has him grumbling before he’s moving ahead of her in the beast’s direction. It’s already in the air, the heavy flapping of bat-like wings protruding spikes giving rise to the chill of what should be fear within him.> You act as if I haven’t done this before. You do what you can and we’ll react as we must. Once it gets on ground, I’ll take care of what I can. You immobilize it if possible.

Chiara

“And when was the /last/ time either of us had to deal with one?” She huffed, knowing all too well that being out of practice was what led most to their deaths. She didn’t worry about it, though, knowing that the two of them would be relatively safe. Even if it had been a while since she’d faced a Wyvern, she still worked with her magic and her skills to take down other, similar, targets. Like Griffins and Forktails. But, at least he had Signs. Chiara had to rely on spells that were similar, spells that might not even work properly thanks to the new environment. She felt her breath catch in her throat. She was right. Wyvern. And a relatively old one, if she was seeing right. That made things exponentially more difficult, though, and she knew it. Without another word, Chiara leaped off of her horse, a spell directing it towards a nearby cave that it would be safe in. “Just keep it distracted for a few moments. I need time to prepare the right lightning spell.” And to hope that it didn’t backfire. As soon as the words left her mouth, she was chanting in Elder, the sky darkening as clouds rolled in, thunder rolling through the sky. She’d need at least two minutes, and she knew it. Enough time for the static within the clouds to build up and release the lightning. One well-placed bolt would drive it to the ground in search of a hiding place. Even if the lighting wouldn’t pierce its hide, it would damn sure burn still. 

Zovea

<He reaches for his other potions, taking into account the danger each one poses for him. With this being a wyvern, he can only think of one fitting decoction and that’s one made from wyvern ingredients. The Wyvern decoction would increase his attack exponentially until the end of the battle, making each wound he suffered onto that wyvern all the more stronger until it was dead. He also reaches for his cross bow. Since she’s going to be busy, it only makes sense for him to get the wyvern on the ground so he can get some real damage on it. He aims, takes fire and the bolt strikes true even as the wyvern begins to notice the change in its environment. With a chunk of metal sticking out of its neck, anger seems to flood through the creature who swerves within the skies before swooping down with a trident like tail slashing toward the witcher who rolls out of the way, brandishing another bolt to pelt into the back of the creature who shrieks and then comes at him from the ground. He’s quick to use the sword already brandished which is brought up to parry another thrust of that tail toward him, using his fist to punch hard against the creature’s face which only does a limited amount of damage before he’s rolling back and out of the way again. White, sharp teeth bite out, narrowly missing him before he uses one of those Aard signs, blasting it back a good two or three feet>

Chiara

She took notice of how he got it out of the sky, and she could have screamed. That wasn’t how this was supposed to go! And the more potions he used, the more vulnerable he’d be. But she didn’t scream at him. Instead, she kept chanting, feeling the power building up in those clouds. And, finally, just as that creature started to swoop towards the ground, a bolt of lightning struck, catching the beast in the side. And that drew her to dart in, her own silver blade drawn. With her smaller size, Chiara slid on the ground, placing herself under it directly, slashing into its gut. Not that it would kill it, but it would hurt at least. As she slid, the lightning kept coming down. It was on target, though she couldn’t make it stop. She swore in Elven, casting another spell to try and get the bolts to stop so that they didn’t inadvertently hit Zovea. Unfortunately, the spell backfired, sending that same jolt through her body. Chiara let out a hoarse cry, feeling her very nerves start to burn away. And that wasn’t all. While she was distracted with the spell, she hadn’t stopped sliding, the Wyvern’s tail catching her on a single, small patch of exposed skin on her hand. “FUCK.” She pushed herself to her feet, knocking back her own potion, one similar to his Swallow, and darted right back in so that she could duck under a wing and drive the blade towards muscles. At least now, she was close enough to the beast that it couldn’t quite reach her with teeth or tail.

Zovea

<His potions were meant to level the playing field between him and monsters and even by himself, he would have been perfectly fine taking potions. He never came his toxicity cap and did better at fighting the beasts from his high level. He wouldn’t get armor out of this ordeal so the best case scenario was getting a few of the drops from this beast with that sword of his. A lightning bolt strikes, catching the beast in the side and Chiara is rushing forward at this point while he has the beast’s attention. She slashes its gut but that’s when another bolt strikes and it sends that lightning into her so that she is sent flying through the air, the wyvern’s tail catching her hand. As she cries out, grabbing her potion, he strikes forward, slamming his blade into the wyvern’s ribs on the other side. He goes in for the kill then while she’s still in the process of cutting the beast, swinging that blade around with such a force that it slices through leathery flesh and into bone. It does not cut through completely but that’s what he must do for now. It leaves half-cut through, the other half for her to take care of while the beast is strangling within its own blood while he uses his secondary blow, even stronger than the first, to cut off one of its wings.>

Chiara

She was quickly losing the feeling in her hands, but she had ONE last trick up her sleeve. The potion was doing well with staving off the poison, but it would only last so long. And it felt like her left hand was on fire, even as it was wrapped around the blade. As the Wyvern screeched, Chiara let loose one more spell, hoping to Melitele that this worked. Instead of her usual lightning, the earth beneath the Wyvern shook, spikes exploding from the stone and dirt. And impaled the beast right through its major organs. It would thrash around for a little while, but it would be enough time for Chiara to back up and assess the cut on her hand. Just as she darted back, watching as the wing was cut off, she slipped, her muscles starting to shut down. She fell to the ground, head smashing into a rock, blood pouring from a cut on her temple. “S-sorry,” she muttered just before she felt herself lose consciousness.

Zovea

<He doesn’t have the capability of acting out of sorts even in the midst of her being hurt but he is quick to gather what he can of the beast right now. They can come back later to gather the body and the rest of the loot from its body but for now, he’s in a hurry. The moment the thrashing wyvern is down, dead as dead can be, he’s rushing toward Chiara as she collapses against the ground, head smashing into a rock. Blood seeping into the snow around where she lands> Chiara! Are you okay?! <When she doesn’t answer, he stoops low, grabbing under her legs and shoulders with his arms. With one sharp whistle, his horse emerges from the left side of the ridge and he rushes toward it. Seems whatever spell she used also has her horse approaching as well. He ties her up to her horse, carefully propping her up so that he need only hold the reigns of the beast and then they’re off in the direction of the closest city>

 

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