Location: Southern Giants Rest Bandit camp, early morning. [@Pyromania99][@FrogRFlowR][@VitaVitaAR] [hr] “Pfft,” The fomorian laughed, Fio’s words bringing her some apparent amount of humor. “I’m a fomorian, brat. Being a twisted, cursed, monster is all we’re good at.” She’d otherwise relax though, going so far as to yawn and make herself some manner of comfortable even though she was bound, intent on not seeming fazed by this at all. “Who said anything about not talking? I’ll talk as much as you want, witchy girl. Want me to start with my life when I was born? Maybe give you a sob story about how my human mother hated me? Maybe you wanna know about where I got this robe from? I made it myself. I also know some potions to help growth in certain areas.” She’d shoot Fio a sly look with her usual sharp toothed grin. Seemed like Fio had her work cut out for her. Now that the fort was silent, it was easy for the lightsword soldiers to pick through it, though it was likely going to take them a bit to by themselves. Location: Harzel Border Fort [@Crimson Paladin][@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] The gargantuan black wyevern didn’t slow for a second. Its weight and bulk aimed right for the fort itself. If its breath had missed, then it would simply use its physical form to destroy this human construct and thus, the people within. And thus, this would put it in a direct path for Reinhardt as he’d leap from Steblas, cleaving the ground beneath him to create a cover of dust. “Uwoooh, Albion and the king are the same.” The beast hissed as it charged forwards, fire spewing from its maw. “Thusly, thee are traitoooors, now buuuurn-RRRARAAAGH-!” A guttural, pained hiss as the halberd struck the side of its maw, the weapon being embedded into its flesh just above its eye, but that was not the source of its pain. So fixated on his singular target, the beast did not see Reinhardt move to the side, and lunge for the beasts injured wing. The blood had already started to cool and coagulate as Reinhardt dug his hands into the flesh, tips of his fingers quickly being burned from the things fiery blood as the wound would quickly reopen as he’d attempt to [i]rip[/i] the rest of the wing from the beasts body. “Ceaaase this fighting…!” It howled, moving its body towards Reinhardt, trying to move the slayer off of itself. The holes on its body ejected more flame, its body started to rise into the air as it’d make a jumping motion - “Well said, Reinhardt!” A familiar voice of a certain black armored knight rang above the fort. Seconds later, everyone present would watch as Elnith leaped from the top of the fort, clad in her signature black armor as she’d land right on top of the Wyvern's back, quite close to one of the holes on its back. “Now stay...[b]put![/b] Ethelred! My blade!” Elnith’s divebomb assault gave her both enough force and power to sink her gauntlets right into one of the molten holes, grabbing it by the edges and similarly to Reinhardt, began merely tearing into the beast’s flesh barehanded, not seeming to mind the severe burns on her already injured body. “You cuuursed Wench…! Pathetic pathetiiiic!” Elnith’s surprise attack had rendered the beast grounded again, giving Reinhardt ample opportunity to wrench the wing from the beast proper. Flames lit up in its maw again, as it began simply blasted everything in front of it with a rage fueled conflagration, not enough the inside of the fort safe from the heat. It’d buck and try to remove Elnith from its body while still aiming to try and pry Reinhardt from its body. “Sir Ethelred!” Lonan called out, leaping off steblas and drawing his own blade. “We will defeat this beast here and now!” If he had anything to say about Elnith, he didn’t bring it up. “If I can have your assistance once more!” Through most of this, Grainne was leaning weakly over the ramparts, holding her wounds. She had lost quite a bit of blood, and while she’d probably be fine with medical attention soon she was mostly out of the fight.