— The beast spat and snarled some more, attempting to take off and fling away those latched onto it. The herbal/chemical compound container shattered on its wing, however, making the flesh raw and steaming, the wyvern crashing down onto the battlement once more, snapping at Doom. —
— A tramping of leather boots with iron toes reaches Zod's ears, and the officers enter, clad in a mix of boiled leather and mail armour, swords sheathed. —
"You called, m'lord?"
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."Daido flew off the wyvern and into Azula, crashing into her, and resulting in a compromising position.
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Doom sidestepped the beast's snapping jaws, allowing it to bite off a small amount of his cape in exchange for evading it. The Latverian monarch stepped up to the wyvern's head, pulled a fistfull of quarrels from his hip-quiver, all pointing downward, and plunged them into the dragon's eye with all the force he could muster.
The Danse Macabre Codex—The thing looses a strangled hiss, the arrows having punched through the eye, right into it's brain; the body began to wildly convulse, flopping dangerously about in its death throes. —
— The laughing giant was brought into the vicinity of the fight, eyeing each of the warriors who had a hand in slaying the abomination with respect; by this point Sylvanas was completely uncovered, the Vikings looming over her expectantly. —
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."Doom stepped calmly away from the beast, then turned and folded his arms as he watched the dragon breathe its last, just out of reach of the wyvern's flailing limbs.
The Latverian monarch clapped his hands, producing a loud and sonorous note which could be heard throughout that level of the keep, and within seconds a page had scampered into view, eyeing the dying dragon with obvious fear. "Y-y-you summoned me, Your Lordship?"
"My cape is ruined," Doom announced, spreading the torn, spike-riddled vestiment to illustrate his point. "Fetch me a tailor, whelp; I'll not ride into battle in two day's time looking for all the world like one of these mongrels."
The boy nodded but did not move, transfixed by the sight of the flailing wyvern.
"Now, boy!" Doom snapped.
The page shook himself and scampered away, yipping in fright like a struck dog. The armoured dictator then glanced at Azula and Daido, and a look of supreme weariness came to his eyes. "Though it disgust Doom to say it, young man, remove yourself from my...daughter."
There was a note of profound distaste in the pronunciation of that last word, as if it were the vilest of epitaths.
The Danse Macabre CodexSylvanas came to with extreme reluctance. She knew that her esteem would have dropped significantly as a result of this mishap. She considered faking death and letting them assume she was dead. Perhaps she could find her own path now that she had failed miserably at being one of the crowd.
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -Imca"... Humiliated, but otherwise alright. I suppose I'll never live this down, will I?"
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -Imca"Yes, I'll get to it in a moment."
She got up eventually when she decided it was best to stay with the group despite her mortification.
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -Imca"I think it was undead, which means I might be able to control something of the sort if we could get sufficient power to create it."
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -Imca"It would be a useful minion, if only to draw fire with it's sheer size."
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -ImcaDoom did not bother to respond to the idiotic androgyne's statement, instead shifting his gaze back to the dying wyvern. The Latverian monarch observed the writhing dragon for a few moments more, then stepped forward as its head swept upwards, planted an armoured foot on its chest and shoved.
The Danse Macabre CodexSylvanas shrugged and retired to her tent, still brooding.
Kitkat Kitkat / He's our man / If any one screws up / He sure can -Imca

-Horace emerges on the battlement, turning to see where the wyvern is. After locating it, he takes out one of the canisters and hurls it at the exposed wing of the beast. The canister contains a potent cocktail of acid derived from various plants and minerals-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.