Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26052600-20160208030927/@comment-26852465-20160219002007

Now that she was out of the way, the Wyvern girl turned to Lyle. She saw the scythe embedded in his stomach. With one swift motion, it was pulled out of him, dripping blood all over the place. Seemingly uncaring of his wounds, the Wyvern knocked over Lyle, onto his back, and straddled him.

"Lyle, how are we, today?" She cooed.. she knew him?

"O-oh.. Rezda. I'm alright.. made some friends, but they threw me at my pupil. I'm teaching her how to be as cool as I am."

"Didn't realize stabbing you was a cool thing to do." This Wyvern, Rezda, tilted her head in confusion.

"Oh, she was just having an episode over an accident, don't worry. So, Rezda, what brings you by?"

"Oh nothing much, just some stuff from your brother and sis-in-law!" From under her wings manifested a large cardboard box, and several stamped papers. It was also at this point that Rezda got off of Lyle. Lyle gasped in shock and amazement.

"Bloody brilliant! Ow.. my wound.. er, ahem. My brother DID write me afterall! Oh I knew he'd pull through! Say, while I read through his letter, will you wake her up? I'd like for my pupil to know what my brother got me, too!"

"Sure thing." Rezda trotted over to the fallen weasel girl, swiftly, nonlethally kicking her in the ribs to rouse her. "Wake up, shortstack! Your sensei has need for you!"