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Ethelred's gamble had worked; the wyvern seemed unable to dislodge him from this spot.  He didn't know if he hit anything vital, but even if he missed, the freezing would reach its organs or muscles so long as he held on long enough, and even if he didn't, Grainne and the soldiers might be able to use this distraction to attack it.

The wyvern had other ideas, however.  In the face of this attack, its reaction was to try and fly away.  As soon as he felt his foe lift up higher as it attempted to become airborne, Ethelred knew he needed to separate himself from his opponent.  As interesting as it'd be to take a ride on a wyvern's back, it'd be a bad idea to do so on one that might be suffering sudden, deep frostbite.  Ethelred compelled the ice to release his lance- and himself- from the wyvern, and dismounted the wyvern just before it could take him plummeting off the edge.

It was certainly different from dismounting a horse.

As the Frozen Knight landed back on the fort wall, he took a moment to regain his balance from the jump, using his lance as a makeshift walking stick to steady himself.  After regaining his bearings, he took a moment to assess the situation.  This had actually gone better than he had anticipated.  Grainne was still alive, the ballista was intact, and he had managed to actually kill something, even if it wasn't as prestigious as confronting and killing the other one solo.  If he was wrong and the wyvern had survived the fall, it was at least severely injured, no longer able to fly, and would be a simple matter to finish off.

[color=6ecff6]"Grainne, are you and your team alright?"[/color] he asked the Harzel squire.  [color=6ecff6]"Are they able to fire on the last wyvern?"[/color]