Combat the wyvern.

The wyvern lifts off. Once in the air, it soars straight down towards Nyllia with its claws out ready to strike.

She holds her ground, however, and doesn't flinch. She holds her blade down with one hand while raising up her other towards the oncoming beast. In the air, the draws out a spell with a flick of her wrist, and then she speaks the words, "Holy Shield". A gold and silver aura whips up around her and forms a large shield right before the creature can land its blow. The claws crash against the spectral barrier as if it collided with solid metal, and with a screech, it flies backwards yet again.

Nyllia is quick to counterattack, however. She moves to grip her sword with both hands again, and then she leaps into battle. Despite its length, she strikes with her sword swiftly and with an elven grave you've come to expect. She spins around, and as it tries to dodge, she lands a huge carving strike along the side of its body. Blood pours down from the wound as it crashes into the wall.

It doesn't give up either. As it hits the wall, it uses its powerful legs to thrust itself through the air, and the creature swoops down in your direction at an impressive speed. Its gaping maw opens, and rows of razor-sharp teeth come towards you like an oncoming train.

You throw yourself to the side and roll to recover, narrowly dodging the attack.

Then, the wyvern grinds to a halt--claws dragging on stone like nails on a chalkboard. It leaps into the air, and thrusts its tail towards you like a spear.

It looks like a weapon, and you treat it as such. You strike out with your sword and parry the tip of the tail away, and then swing your own strike across its hardy flesh. While you don't lop the tail clean off, you manage to carve a wound almost as deep as Nyllia did, and it screeches out in pain yet again.

You see Nyllia start to move, but then you call out, "Hold on! I've got this."

I need to impress her. It's the whole reason she gave to the other girls of why she wanted to travel with me. I gotta prove myself, both to her and to myself. It's just a wyvern. Of course I'm terrified of dying, but... I've come so far. I feel stronger in every way.

"Flare Blade!" you shout. With a movement down the blade of your sword, a fiery power burns and then completely engulfs the weapon. You swing the burning sword to the side and stare straight up towards the snarling beast. You then hold out your hand, and set a certain trap on the ground in front of you. It thankfully doesn't seem to notice you whisper the spell, nor would it likely understand if it did. "Come on. Are you going to attack or what?"

It digs its claws into the stone and sprints forward. Just as it leaps, you trigger the Entangle, and blue tendrils suddenly burst up from the ground to grab its legs and pull it back down.

With it stuck and unable to use its claws, you bolt forwards--fire from your sword trailing behind. It stabs out with its tail, but you dodge to the side, and upon reaching its body, you leap and swing your sword diagonally through the air. The creature screeches as you burn a deep wound all the way up across the front of its chest. Its flesh sizzles and nearly closes, though blood still pools at its feet. There's no way it has much fight left in it after that. It looks like it's about to topple over.

Nyllia walks up beside you. "Beautifully done," she says. "Rest in peace, beast. You will no longer be attacking travellers out in the hills. Ironic. This wild beast has killed, yet now its parts will be used to defeat a great evil."

The wyvern falls over with a thud. Victory.

You take a deep breath as the fire on your weapon dissipates. "You're right. That wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." You slide your sword back into its sheath.

"Perhaps. Wyverns are certainly not the most deadly creature in the world, but they are still incredibly dangerous. You underestimate yourself."

When I fight, my reactions just come naturally. My speed, strength, everything grows as I level. That's how it works in this world though. It's just surreal to reflect on it.

Nyllia takes it by the neck and begins to drag it back towards the tunnel. "Come."

"Shouldn't we grab the eyes?" you ask.

"Outside we will. I do not want the body in here."

"How come?"

She doesn't answer. You follow behind and assist her in dragging.