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Ethelred had only a moment to realize what it was doing in the air- it was going to stomp down on him with its claws.  Clearly his frozen, jagged armor did not look as appetizing as that unfortunate Harzel soldier, and it was determined to do some damage.  As it bore down, Ethelred leapt back out of the path of its descending talons.  Given the sheer momentum with which it was coming down, it'd be best to not take this attack head-on.

Once the Wyvern landed, Ethelred would rotate his lance into a reverse grip and bring it down on his opponent's foot like a stake.  Once he embedded it as deeply as he could, he'd freeze through it, intent on holding the wyvern to this spot of ground.  If it kept flying around, the ballista wouldn't be able to hit it, so it was imperative that he prevent it from moving around long enough for them to line up a shot.

With his lance being used to try and stake the wyvern in place, Ethelred placed both of his hands on Elnith's blood-red sword and readied it to deflect or counterattack any incoming blow from his foe's jaws or wings.  Even if if it was rooted to this spot, almost every inch of this monster's body could constitute a weapon.