The beast lunged at her. It's massive claws raked the air as she backpedaled. She dove aside as launched its frosting spit towards her. She grabbed a hold of the rocks nearby and pulled herself onto them to even the height disadvantage she had against the creature.
She decided to attempt magic as a means of defeating the frost wyrm. Alicea hurled a small bolt of lightning towards it. But it spattered harmlessly off of its steely scales. A more powerful blast met the same fate. Its hide was stong, and magic would have no effect. She wouldn't waste her strength trying further.
An arrow struck the beast's shoulder. It howled in pain and turned to it's new assailant; Alicea followed suit. A pair of men, not so bulky as the raiders cowering behind their bikes, and a woman. The men had long spears, Long white blades trailing blue dyed cords at their heads. The woman bore the bow; made of the same white matierial as the spearheads, and her arrows fletched with the same blue color.
Another arrow buzzed into the wyrm's hide. It tried to climb the ledge where the newcomers stood, but the spearmen repulsed it. Unable to reach them with claw and fang it spat again at its attackers. The archer ducked away from the perilous frost. The beast lashed out at the spearmen with its barbed tail. The first one jabbed the beast's tail, but the second was not so fortunate. He was flung to the ground, blood coming from several wounds in his chest.
Alicea chose to intervene before thecreature could exploit the new gap in the defenses. She jumped down to themonster's side and sunk her blade into its right hind-limb. She heard bone splintering under the weight of her blow. As it began to howl in pain she spun and slammed Welvae into it's forelimb. Flesh was cloven as it sunk deep into the sinewy muscles. Alicea rolled against the rocks to avoid the beast as it collapsed, legs no longer able to support it's weight.
It cried out in pain. Broken legs pinned beneath its body, it couldn't move or fight. She bent over it, now that it was harmless she could admire the power of the beast. In the corner of her eye she saw the archer and the uninjured spearman coming down towards her.
But the beast was still in pain, the hunt was not finished until the prey was dead. She rose and muttered a prayer for the creature, asking the spirit's forgiveness for slaying so majestic a creature. Then sunk the tip of her axe into its breast.
"A clean kill." The spearman stood behind her, leaning on his weapon.
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