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This was it.  Ethelred had been empowered by Lonan's magic, and at the same time the wyvern was left vulnerable and distracted by Elias' and Elnith's attacks.  He had a narrow window to strike at the evil creature's chest and inflict a blow that will finish the fight.

[color=6ecff6][i]It's now or never.[/i][/color]  Ethelred could not afford to let his allies down.  He could not allow himself to fail.  He could not allow the deaths of the innocent villagers do unpunished.  Whomever this monster's lord was, be it an Unseelie, a Fomorian, or a true dragon, the knights would make it clear that Harzelslack and Airedale would not allow for these atrocities.

The Frozen Knight spoke no war cry, boisterous proclamation or clever one-liner as he charged in, just a nod to Sir Lonan in acknowledgement of the Harzelslack knight's plan.  A trail of mist followed behind the knight, a telltale sign of the frigid temperature around him.  Gripping his lance with both hands, he thrust the polearm into the mark on the wyvern's chest with every ounce of strength that he had, all the while evoking his freezing powers with every iota of willpower within him.  He had to end this fight before the wyvern could recover or pull any other tricks.

[color=6ecff6][i]Let the chill of death snuff out your fire forever, you wicked fiend![/i][/color]

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