BACK ATTACK! A Wyvern has snuck up behind you and strikes! [If you received a warning message before this, feel free to avoid initial damage! If not, you must receive initial damage!]
Phirun was lucky to have had someone looking out for him at that moment, even if he didn’t know who it was. Otherwise, that Wyvern would have taken a nice chunk out of his back. Or his skull. In fact, he may not even have survived that lethal swoop without that anonymous cautioning. He would have to remember to try and find and thank his savior later.
He rose back to his full height as the Wyvern landed a short distance in front of him, screeching and flapping its fleshy wings in a display of dominance, presumably hoping to intimidate its prey. Unfortunately for the winged lizard, this tactic would not so easily frighten Phirun.
The sapphire haired man brandished his scythe, waiting for the drake to make its next move. The monster hopped forward to close the gap, lunging with its long neck at snapping at Phirun’s face with its razor sharp teeth. The man evaded side to side, retaliating with slamming the butt of his scythe’s shaft into the bottom of the beast’s mouth.
The monster flinched, slightly dazed by the counter strike. Phirun seized the opportunity and swung his scythe in a sweeping arc, splitting the skin of the Wyvern’s torso open in a spray of crimson liquid. The drake howled, throwing itself away from Phirun with a mighty gust blown by its wings. Phirun covered his eyes to protect them from the dust that was sent skyward by the sudden gale.
Suddenly, he heard another howl, and through the shroud of dust, a wide cone of light energy spray him, stinging his flesh and sending him staggering back. He grunted in pain from the physical damage the light-affiliated attack had dealt, but he had been lucky enough not to receive any of its comorbid effects. The dust settled, and he locked eyes with the Wyvern, which stared smugly after its successful Radiant Breath attack.
Phirun charged, firing a jet of concussive water into its face. The beast recoiled and Phirun charged. He swung his scythe, looking to end its life right then and there, but the monster, even in its dazed state, managed to swing its wing straight into his chest, slamming him back. He quickly recovered, though the strike had bruised him, and worsened the pain of his cracked ribcage from his encounter with the Iron Giant the previous week which he had left unattended.
He leaped forward, dodging another strike by the Wyvern, bringing his scythe down on its right wing, severing it completely. The Wyvern cried out in agony, but Phirun showed no mercy, immediately clipping it of its other wing. The man wasted no time and swerved around to the front of the now armless/wingless monster. In a swift horizontal slice, he decapitated the lesser wyrm, and its body fell to the ground in silence.
