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The wyvern wasn't killed, but Ethelred was content to call this a victory.  Even if it managed to crawl away to safety, Ethelred was confident that it would not recover from its wounds.  If it didn't bleed out, the frostbite would surely prove fatal, probably after extended agony as its frozen flesh expires.  The merciful thing would be for Ethelred to finish it off once the battle was over, but that would have wait until the third wyvern was taken down.

Grainne was still as impolite as ever, although given the situation, she could be forgiven for being deeply upset.  He'd need to correct her on his name once this was over, though.  They still had one wyvern to go, and they needed Ethelred to keep it busy while they prepped the ballista.

[color=6ecff6]"Alright, I'll take care of it.  Just be careful where you aim it, I don't want to get hit."[/color]

The Frozen Knight descended the stairs of the wall down to the courtyard, where he approached the wyvern.  With Elnith's sword in his shield-hand, he swung the weapon at its belly as he drew nearer, taking note of the space-warping enchantment.  He always did want to see what it was like to use Elnith's weapon.

[color=6ecff6][i]I'll have to thank her for letting me try it out.[/i][/color]  Considering how closely Ethelred treasured to his own lance, he found it quite touching that Elnith would entrust him with her sword.  It was a slight disappointment that it didn't turn from red to blue in his hands, though, but no weapon was truly perfect.

[color=6ecff6]"Prepare yourself for death, beast!"[/color] he shouted at the Wyvern as he approached, brandishing both lance and sword.  As much as this was only meant to be a distraction, he was intent on using what time Grainne and her soldiers afforded him to do as much damage to it as possible.  This monster had murdered many soldiers, and even if it was just a simple predator with no sense of right and wrong, Ethelred wanted to make it [i]pay[/i].