Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170630203755/@comment-32404158-20170703013655

Ignoring Lance, I turned to face the mass behind me. I leapt out of the way as it split into two wyverns, one I recognized as Verde, the other must have been one of her sisters. Not Lily, that girl was scared of her own shadow.

"Dammit, Lance! You can't see the obvious. Whoever has the power to drive a group of strong-willed women to bloodlust is more than capable of kidnapping!", I muttered, "They probably plan to kill the hostages using these creatures, and the military applications are endless." I nocked an arrow, aiming directly at the armored wyvern's shoulder. I looked for a chink in the armor, and then remembered something from way back when...

"You overestimate Kevlar! Check your shoulders and sides!"

Every armor has one thing in common: points of flexibility are not as heavily guarded, if at all. The wyvern's shoulder wasn't open to me, but what about her legs? I fired an arrow with a satisfying twang, and dodged Verde leap backwards. I heard a roar, but did I hit her?