A wyvern. A damned wyvern. It had to be one. Fluffy scampered off, possibly hiding from the wyvern. I had only encountered one before, and the battle had been long and tiring. I was better prepared this time, but as I started entering a tunnel back to the surface, the girl screamed.
"You aren't going to fight that thing up there alone, are you?!"
I ignored her and kept going. At the point of exiting a tunnel, with pebbles and rocks falling everywhere due to the wyvern tramping the ground below it, I realized the mistake I had made. Of course you'd bring the wrong javelin. Wyverns were tough creatures, and I wasn't going to battle it with a javelin that I used often. At the thought of losing it, I traversed back down. Picking up my bag of titanium tip javelins, the girl stood up with a sword of an unknown material. Eyeing her, she looked at me with determination I hadn't seen before. I still sensed some fear in her, but I knew telling her to stay would be futile. We both made our ways through the tunnels, when the ground shook even harder, and the roof of the tunnel we were in started crumbling. Pushing her forward and out, I jumped out to turn and see one of the tunnels collapse. Luckily only a part of the entrance had collapsed, which I could easily remake. However the main objective stood in front of us, and with blood lusting eyes, the wyvern stared at both me and the girl. This wyvern's behavior seemed different from the last wyvern's behavior. That's when I spotted the egg under its rump. I would feel regret, but this wyvern was destroying my home. It was either me or it, and I would have to live with the decision my whole life. Pulling one of five javelins out, I saw the girl's hands turning red as the sword was lit ablaze. She charged and the wyvern reared its head back to attack. Holding steadily, I threw my javelin near the wyvern's head, hoping it would make contact. As the wyvern was going to sweep it's head down to attack her, the javelin pierced it's snout. Shrieking in pain, the girl lunged and plunged her sword deep into the wyvern's chest. The wyvern flapped it's wings as she tore out her sword. If we didn't finish the job, it would surely return. I dashed towards its tail, preparing to jump on, when I saw a big flash. Bones snapped and blood spewed everywhere. The right foot and wing fell off in a clear slice, leaving the wyvern incapable of escape. It fell over, and I felt it's fear. The pain it was experiencing must have been unbearable. I signaled to the girl what should be done, and she moved towards its head. It took a final attempt to stand, before finally laying there without struggle, and the girl sliced open its neck. Taking a deep breath, I looked as the wyvern took its final breath.
