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The wyvern was temporarily stopped, but it wouldn't last long.  The vines had already withered away as Lonan, fueled by Ethelred's powers, was able to cover it in a layer of ice.  This should buy the soldiers enough time to seek shelter, and this might also present an opportunity to wound or kill it.  

The Frozen Knight charged the wyvern just as Luana did, aiming for the beast's chest.  Like the druid, he made no war cry- his weapons and powers would speak for him.  His goal was to push his lance into its torso and damage its vital organs through either physical trauma or freezing.  The more grievous its wounds, the slower it'd become.

He was unsure how well his lance would hold up against his foe's power of decay and death, though.  He knew from experience that it could repair itself of being being chipped or nicked not unlike his armor, but he did not know its limitations.  Even with this uncertainty, however, he couldn't hestitate- this thing needed to be stopped.

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