“if you humans had not come into our territory unannounced, we would never have had any need to barge into your territory and rain our breath on you”.
The Wyvern leader, with her head raised down in Elsa’s direction, she aggressively snarled at her, showing her an expression filled with hate, before reaching out her claw toward her, to squash her body into the ground.
Elsa made use of the strength from her feet to launch her body as high as it can go, coating her hand in her Aura to use against the Wyvern leader’s body.
Elsa’s frail body jumping up, was met with a claw from the Wyvern leader. Her guard was raised just in time to defend her body against the impact of the Wyvern leader’s claw on her.
“you measly human. You think you alone can take me on?”.
Elsa unsteadily lifted her body up from the ground, and discovered that her forehead has started bleeding, with the blood flowing down to her face, extending to a part of her right eye, and rendering her vision unclear.
Elsa held herself together, despite the throbbing pain coursing through her muscle fibers, and the strong will from her body, begging to get some rest.
She took one look at her right hand, the one that helped her tank the Wyvern claw, and protected the rest of her body.
Elsa raised her left hand and examined it, to see if it can still function in battle unlike her right hand. She is not a left handed person, but this is not the time for her to be picky on what hand she can use. It is what she has, that she needs to make use of to ensure the survival of their city against the Wyverns.
With every step she forces her exhausted body to take, is a step that gets her closer to the Wyvern leader.
She knows full well what sort of condition her body is in, and how easily it is prone to breaking down with another attack from the Wyvern leader.
As much as she would love to, she cannot risk passing out in the middle of a battle, not when the ray of hope is within sight. Thanks to the appearance of the mages in the gates who are currently battling with the Wyverns above by using their long distance spell against them.
Elsa thought the Wyvern leader was going to strike down her palm on her. Contrary to her believe, the Wyvern leader struck her palm down in front of Elsa, and not directly on top of her.
ƒ𝑟e𝘦we𝑏n𝑜𝚟𝙚Ɩ. 𝒄𝚘𝐦
The Wyvern leader took her hand off of the ground, and behold, her massive thumbprint was carved on the ground, with accuracy in how her fingers are shaped.
When Elsa was blown away by the wind, she had less strength over her body, and was unable to control the flow or pace of her being blown away.
That brief moment for Elsa, was enough to sign her death sentence. The fatigue she had kept under wrap through her battle with the Wyverns, noticeably surged itself up in her, causing her extreme pain and discomfort in all her muscle fibers.
The kind of pain that would have instantly put a normal person into a vegetative state, is what Elsa had to endure while still conscious of her surroundings.
