Eventually, when she's been making the noise that so attracts the creature for a few minutes, it appears as a spot on the sky. Loki doesn't let up until it's tried to poison the end of her weapon - which naturally doesn't yield to the treatment, although a small length of bell-fabric does get snipped off by the sharp tail end. She torques the blade around and scores a nick on the tail, not enough to cut the barb off entirely but enough to make it painful.
When it looks like the wyvern might give up, upon receiving this wound, and it beats its wings down hard to gain altitude, she spins, polearm held high, hiding no part of the grace she spelled into her bones centuries ago, and makes a great slash in the membrane of a wing. The beast gets some air regardless, but soon loses it, unable to work hard enough to carry its bulk on a wing that can't catch air over a third of its surface. It glide-falls to the ground yards away from Loki.
She chases it. It turns to meet her. She gets the other wing, ducks a bite, takes a scratch from a hindfoot in the process of slicing the rest of the way through its tail, and then rolls away and kips up to circle it, waiting to see what other weapons it will try to deploy when it's cornered.
It goes for a bite.
She meets its attack with her glaive up through the bottom of its jaw and into its brain, and slams its head down onto the ground with enough force that its body slumps in the corresponding direction as it dies.
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Date: 2014-04-04 11:19 pm (UTC)Eventually, when she's been making the noise that so attracts the creature for a few minutes, it appears as a spot on the sky. Loki doesn't let up until it's tried to poison the end of her weapon - which naturally doesn't yield to the treatment, although a small length of bell-fabric does get snipped off by the sharp tail end. She torques the blade around and scores a nick on the tail, not enough to cut the barb off entirely but enough to make it painful.
When it looks like the wyvern might give up, upon receiving this wound, and it beats its wings down hard to gain altitude, she spins, polearm held high, hiding no part of the grace she spelled into her bones centuries ago, and makes a great slash in the membrane of a wing. The beast gets some air regardless, but soon loses it, unable to work hard enough to carry its bulk on a wing that can't catch air over a third of its surface. It glide-falls to the ground yards away from Loki.
She chases it. It turns to meet her. She gets the other wing, ducks a bite, takes a scratch from a hindfoot in the process of slicing the rest of the way through its tail, and then rolls away and kips up to circle it, waiting to see what other weapons it will try to deploy when it's cornered.
It goes for a bite.
She meets its attack with her glaive up through the bottom of its jaw and into its brain, and slams its head down onto the ground with enough force that its body slumps in the corresponding direction as it dies.