[ Seems they're destined to find themselves fighting something or other. ]
Mm-hm. [ He's fought his fair share of wyverns on the Continent, killed a handful here. Not all wyverns are the same. This one is as fast as it's small (in wyvern terms, at least; its wingspan still stretches across the sky). The creature cuts through the powerful wind, circling. There must be a reason it's out here. Hungry, perhaps. Most of its prey must have fled or burrowed deep underground to escape the storms. ] Don't let it scratch you.
[ Geralt draws his sword. He hates when they fly. Makes for more trouble. And they're supposed to be keeping their trip quiet on top of that. A wyvern is not subtle. Could this not have waited until their return?
A screech echoes from above. He peers out from under their makeshift cover, then glances back at Steve. Hm. What is a shield except a large discus? ]
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Mm-hm. [ He's fought his fair share of wyverns on the Continent, killed a handful here. Not all wyverns are the same. This one is as fast as it's small (in wyvern terms, at least; its wingspan still stretches across the sky). The creature cuts through the powerful wind, circling. There must be a reason it's out here. Hungry, perhaps. Most of its prey must have fled or burrowed deep underground to escape the storms. ] Don't let it scratch you.
[ Geralt draws his sword. He hates when they fly. Makes for more trouble. And they're supposed to be keeping their trip quiet on top of that. A wyvern is not subtle. Could this not have waited until their return?
A screech echoes from above. He peers out from under their makeshift cover, then glances back at Steve. Hm. What is a shield except a large discus? ]
How far can you throw that?
[ Twirl if you must. ]