For the most part, it was a peaceful afternoon—if you didn't count the nearly naked seven-foot Daemon beating the hell out of a roaring Wyvern in the sky above the guild hall. Zayir didn't consider himself to be someone who abused animals, but if brutally thrashing a creature who'd been terrorizing the people of the east meant that he'd be labeled one, then so fucking be it. At least he'd be able to say that he killed a Dragon with his bare hands. The Desiertan Viking clenched his jaws as he tightened his arms around the beast's neck. The wyvern moved side to side, circling around the guild building trying to shake its enemy off any way it could but to no avail. Zayir had the grip of a behemoth. "Bwahaha!!" he roared. The thrill was what he lived for! "You're...a tough one..." he muttered. The beast's cries filled the skies. Slowly but surely the beast was losing consciousness. "but I will kill you, and then I will eat you." He said. |
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