Talk:Wyvern/@comment-26380985-20150902043939

You are an old soldier of a neutral country regarding mamonos. After an action-packed career on the battlefield you are forced to withdraw by your superior, combat injury, but it's nothing serious, although it is pretty ugly, however excuse enough for those who want to shine take you out the way.

- Hey! You. Wanna go to the bar with us?

- No, thanks! I'll pass.

One thing I've learned is that in a bar a soldier does only three things: playing, courting and fighting. You do not earn enough to lose in a game, the bar girls were attractive only to the desperate, which was not yet the case, and no one there would make a good fight partner, just an excuse to leave you with a smaller salary.

On the horizont something was coming.

- What's that? - Asked one guard.

You go up in one of the towers to get a better look. It was a bunch of Wyverns out of control. A smile appears on your face

- Get ready to fight, lazy bunch.

Must have been about forty of them coming. Certainly would not be boring.

What happens now?