The Century War of the Wyverns Part 8a: Attack of the Giant Dragon
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Yeah we're splitting this into a two-parter as well. We wanted to give some extra space to the zerkalot fight coming up, and this chapter's already getting lengthy. Enjoy!
With the Phantom of the Opera defeated, the 14th century castle was suddenly much easier to navigate. …dear god our life is weird. That’s not to say it was easy to navigate from there since Romani’s radar only gave us a destination and not directions, but at least we’re not running in circles.
We had to double back a couple times thanks to the castle’s hallways suddenly deciding to stop going the direction we wanted, but eventually we found our way to a courtyard.
Kris: <…wait, we’ve seen Mash fucking launch people one-handed by now. she probably could’ve just walked through those walls.>
Jeanne: <There is no point in risking a collapse right now, especially since we have no idea how much damage the castle has already sustained.>
The yard was a mess, just like the rest of the town. Overgrown grass and bushes pressing in on what paths remained, chunks of brick and stone from the crumbling walls, the works. We split up to look for him, and after a few minutes we found a man resting under a tree. I may or may not have tripped over him, but that’s not important right now.
???: Sorry… I wish I could help you up…
As I pulled myself up, I gave him a once-over. He was wearing some sort of armor, though it was hard to tell what kind exactly under all the caked-on blood. Whoever did that to him damn near split him in half.
April: Hey, everyone, I think I found him! Jeanne, I think we’ll need your help here! Don’t worry, we’ll get you patched up.
???: I appreciate the concern, but I doubt you will be able to help. This wound was made by a cursed sword- it will not close until the curse is removed.
Jeanne Lily: He’s right. If only I was at full strength, I would have the ability to lift it!
Roman: Regardless, we need to move! With those servants approaching we’re at a severe disadvantage here. Can you walk?
???: I should be able to. *cough* Just don’t expect much more.
April: That’s all we can ask for right now. Let’s get going.
Mash: Senpai, the exit’s this way!
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Astolfo: Heyyy, master? Are ya there?
April: We are now almost out of the castle, Astolfo. How are things looking out there?
Sieg: It’s bad, master. Jeanne has brought at least three other servants with her, and she’s riding-
Roman: We’ve confirmed her mount’s magic signature, she’s riding on the evil dragon Fafnir!
Sieg: ..Yes, Dr. Roman. Thank you.
Kris: <Ah yes, Fafnir, of course. What’s a Fafnir?>
April: Fafnir… is from an opera, right?
Da Vinci: Correct! In Siegfried, Fafnir is defeated by, well, Siegfried, using the legendary sword Balmung. He resists the curse of Das Rheingold, and eventually meets and marries Kriemhild.
Roman: The important thing is, Fafnir is nothing like the wyverns you’ve seen so far. Even if our dragonslayer was at full strength, it would still be a difficult fight. Once you get outside, retreat as fast as you can!
Astolfo: Huh. How’d you think the French Army could do against him?
Roman: They’d be slaughtered instantly, why?
Astolfo: The French Army just showed up.
Jeanne Lily: We can’t let them fight Fafnir on their own! Is there anything we can do?
Sieg: I can do it.
Mash: What?
Sieg: I can take care of Fafnir. I just need a clear shot at him, and some time.
Roman: That’s all well and good, but I don’t think even Mash’s Noble Phantasm will be able to defend against Fafnir’s breath!
???: Then I will help her. Thankfully, my Noble Phantasm doesn’t require my own strength.
As we exited into the sunshine, and the mysterious servant whistled. Suddenly, a new mass of magical energy galloped next to him.
???: I apologize for not introducing myself earlier. I must be particularly careless as a Saber, and for that I apologize. My name is Saint Georgios of Lydda, Saber class. This is my horse and Noble Phantasm, Bayard. He shall protect you.
The mass shook and whinnied, and- yes, that is definitely a horse.
Georgios: Try not to get too close, master. He bites.
Romani: You’ve got Jeanne’s attention! Get ready!
It was then we learned the difference between a wyvern and a dragon. A wyvern is an animal. A large one, yes, and one that can breathe fire, but it still fits into what a human can conceive as a living thing. A dragon, on the other hand, does not.
A wyvern’s wings are only dangerous if you’re hit by one directly. A dragon is a living storm. The wind pushed around by its wings forced us to take cover lest we be torn apart by flying debris, or worse we became debris ourselves. Even Mash and the other servants struggled to get into position.
Wyverns have a hissing scream, like most lizards only larger. A dragon has no comparison. It commands dominance, and if you’re close enough, it punches straight through you ass if you weren’t there.
A wyvern’s fire is deadly. Their breath will turn any human unlucky enough to meet it into little more than a pile of charred bone. A dragon’s fire is the end. Feeling it even from this distance is enough to make one question if anything could survive it. Perhaps the ground itself became a crater, shying away from the heat, the very air itself removed from this reality for the crime of getting in his way.
It was beautiful. And it was going to kill us.
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