[center][u][b]Gangraena[/b][/u][/center]
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The cumbersome metal juggernaut made her way forth only to find herself in the middle of a pitched skirmish between two groups, one being the folks she was holed up with over at the warden's place and the other having only just arrived. She wasn't entirely sure who was fighting who at this point since it seemed the big lizard thing was pissed off at all the bees and also one of their own guys got it's tail stuck in 'em. People were dying and stuff was going on so she simply resolved herself on doing what she does best: Picking something and pulverizing it. Seeing as the big lizard killed that one guy from the warden's place it probably wasn't on their side and thus was the biggest candidate for a killing. After all, the bigger and badder something was the better she felt after felling it.

She made her heavy march over to the body of the weird deer creature with the stinger nearly as large as itself stuck through it's poison drenched body. Nothing she'd really take a second glance at given some of the stuff that called the bottom of the ocean home. Instead she grasped the oversized tail tip into her armored mitt and yanked it free from the bubbling carcass. The dead body was already leaking an evanescent mist from it's open maw, as were any other corpses in the nearby area. It was subtle, like smoke from a snuffed candle, the trails ebbing in her direction. Though she didn't really note the origin of this sensation the mist from the deceased deer creature in particular felt [i]marvelous[/i].

As for the stinger it looked heavy enough and pointy enough to get the big guy's attention.

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As the wyvern raged across the battlefield it's attention was suddenly grabbed as a sharp hunk of bone collided with it's face. The point didn't pierce it's scaled but the weight and force behind the improvised projectile was hard to ignore. With a sway it's head rocked aside from the force of the meat hurled at it before snapping back towards the one who threw it, focusing it's reptilian glare past the havoc of the strange wasps on Gangraena.

With a roar it charged forth, each clawed stomp causing the earth to shudder with it's thunderous approach. Looking up as it rushed for her she let slack her anchor, instead gripping the chain clasped to it's ring. With a yank she swung the anchor overhead, spinning it and letting the chain slack for even greater reach with each rotation. Like a flail with a greatly exaggerated chain the anchor swung threateningly, it's enormous weight almost assuring that it won't stop, even if something as large as the wyvern stepped between it and it's destination.

Not heading the danger posed in her motion it lunged forth to try and bite down upon the great iron shell like a hawk preying upon a turtle. With a pivot in her grip however she swept the anchor's path straight up into its face. With a bone-shattering crack that could be heard across the battlefield her anchor met with the wyvern's jaw, sending its face reeling aside in a shower of broken fangs and blood. The beast was still quite alive but it's jaw was broken, unhinged on the right side of it's face. Many of it's fanged were either smashed free at the gum or otherwise shattered. While losing it's tail certainly hurt and the wasps topped off it's suffering the agony of getting a part of it's face crushed was a lot to take in, even for a beast of war such as this.

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Before Gangraena could ready another blow it swept it's bony forehead back into her, a large sweeping plate of scales and marrow hitting with more than enough force to send something even as heavy as her tumbling away. Her armor clanged and rattled as she spun against the dirt. If she were still alive then the spinning alone would be enough to turn one's stomach. For her however not even the fact her arms were completely dislocated even so much as annoyed her. Getting her bearings once the rolling had stopped she struggled off her side onto her knees, her armor bent concave into her chest from the force of the wyvern's blow, something that would ordinarily be a death sentence for most living humanoids as was bent in past where her ribs would be found.

All the same she rose, her body eliciting the sickening popping of bones sliding back into place as she realigned her arms. With a mere pull of the chain she yanked her anchor back to her, the nautical tool most commonly associated with it's immovable quality seen here skipping across the dirt like a pebble across the face of a pond. The way it bounced and moved through the air almost seemed like it wanted to return to her, answering to her unspoken call. Catching the handle of her great weapon she looked up back at her mark. It was looking ready to abandon this fight, having already taken a fair amount of abuse from what should have been easy prey.

She wouldn't let it. She began to swing her weapon upon it's mighty chain once more, readying a new strike against the great reptile.