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[color=cyan]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[color=cyan]Location:[/color] Forests near River Port
[color=cyan]Interactions:[/color] Zephyrin[@Howlsofwinter], Kenia[@Tae], Arwen?[@princess] 
[color=cyan]Mood:[/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EEzhpnpAplA]Hypothermic[/url]
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Bowyn lost sight of most of the fight, his focus solely on the beast in front of him. The wyvern hit the ground, its wings now shredded and useless. Arwen had managed to pop its tail, splattering blood across him, and that threat was gone as well. Zephyrin put up an impressive shield, preventing the worst of the beast’s attacks. Kenia was gone and then suddenly atop the creature taking out its other eye. He knew the wyvern was done for, and there was only the choice to go for the kill and end it quickly or other option, to unleash vengeance, allow his magic to be spent until the exhaustion numbed him. All the wyvern had left were its jaws, wild and snapping, and rather than go for a kill, he wanted to take than from the wyvern too. Make sure the creature felt helpless before it died, made sure it knew right before it lost its life that there was no hope left that it would survive. 

Bowyn didn’t move from where he planted his feet, he felt nothing but cold and numb as he kept his eyes trained on the raging creature. He wouldn’t run from this beast, he wouldn’t allow himself to fear it again. It had killed Boreas, it wanted to kill them too, and that was all that mattered. He was going to enjoy watching the life leave this beast. He breathed in, then out, and was surprised to find his breath lingered in the air. The air around him was so cold, beyond what it should be here, and he knew it came from him. It radiated out from him, he felt cold in a way he never had before, in a way that made it almost impossible to even remember what warmth felt like. He heard the wyvern unleash another cry of pain and fury and Bowyn returned the scream back at the beast. He tapped into magic so cold his own lips turned blue, his fingers felt like they were on fire as the icy magic left him. He didn’t think about that pain, or what tapping into magic like that would do to him. He only thought about the empty spot on his shoulder where a merlin used to sit, and the solace the wyvern’s death would bring.

He kept control of the ice daggers that had cut the beast’s wings, sending the now bloody shards of ice after the beast’s mouth. His next plan was to have the ice daggers strike right as the wyvern snapped its jaws. He’d use the ice to pierce the wyvern’s mouth to keep it from ever opening again. Once he had the mouth closed, he’d freeze what remained of the creature’s frothy slobber to further freeze its mouth closed. Then control the bloodied frozen saliva to force the wyvern to slam its head hard against the ground. Kenia was still atop the creature’s head but he had little doubt she’d be able to move in time, the elf was quick. Bowyn had no plans to show any mercy, the thought of mercy or giving it a kinder death did not even occur. He’d seen enough of what these creatures were capable of, and he wouldn’t watch it happen again. Wyverns, dark elves, and Aklenroth were all creatures that had taken things from him, creatures of destruction, and they weren’t worthy of mercy.