Steal was fully prepared to watch his companion sprint at the beast, screaming ever-increasingly offensive slurs at the scaly monster. The hunter, seething with hatred was not blind or foolish, instead he crouched low, keeping his distance from the flames as his wide, sharp eyes cast his gaze over the hellish scene before him. Not pained and angry, but cold and analytical. It truly was a horrible sight, a town set aflame, wooden structures burnt down to nothing but ash. All that remianed were a circle of blackened stone slabs that must have once made up the floor of a town square. Grak was murmuring something under his breath, over and over again. "water... water... water..." He stopped as his gaze fixed on a single point amidst the flames; a ring of stone rose up from the center of the courtyard, a well.

Water.

Grak watched the wyvern pace through the square, occasionally throwing out a spray of flame and picking through the smoldering wreckage around it, the hunting pair kept watching it until they found out why it was searching through what it had set aflame. Their answer was met when a battered, broken and charred corspe was dragged from beneath a charcoal pillar, wyvern gripping it tightly in it tooth-filled beak before flinging the body into the air and swallowing it whole.

The fire continued to spread through the forest, setting more and more of the Lady's body ablaze. Grak would not stand for it. He waited for the beast to turn around and begin clawing it's way through another pile of charred wreckage before he moved. "Go!" the hobgoblin roared, whether his furious shout was aimed at Steal or the wyvern was unknown, but either way it had little effect. The wyvern simply roared back, deafening and horrible. Steal wished he could have just left, but that roar froze him in place, his legs went numb, his mind felt hazy and dazed. He simply stayed where he was, crouched low with nothing but the top of his head and pointy ears sticking out from behind the blackened trunk of a scarred and scorched tree. The goblin could do nothing but watch as his hunting companion charged, spear raised over his head.

The infernal beast roared back as it dropped lower to meet the hobgoblin's charge. The wyvern's mouth opened wide, jagged, blood-stained teeth sticking out from the roof of it's blood-splattered beak. A slow but sharp hissing noise seemed to escape from the monster's open maw; then a click, a spark came to life within the wyvern's beak. Grak roared, and so did the fire that burst from the scaled monster's open mouth. Grak dove low to the ground as the scorching fire licked across his back, the crude bow slung along his back was quickly set alight and he tossed it to the side as the wyvern systematically moved it's head from left to right, spraying a cone of flame across the town square. It took a few moments for the barrage of hellfire to stop, the wyvern took a deep, rough breath as streams of steam and smog flared out it's nostrils, other pillars of smoke spewed like exhaust from some vent-like openings along it's mouth and chest.

Grak dragged himself upwards again, his back was raw, hair burnt down to it's roots. Steal was still stood there, watching as his companion held his spear back up, covering the distance between him and the wyvern quickly as he thrust forwards with his ramshackle wooden spear. The sharp tip pierced the creatures right-eye, it's yellow, narrow eye seemed to pop as the spear sunk a few inches into the wyvern's head; the monster screamed, and so did Grak, it was a defiant, powerful scream. It put across a multitude of emotions that ran through the hobgoblin's heart at that very moment: victory, anger, bloodlust.

Both of the combatant's screams died down quickly, the wyvern snarled, letting out another raw as Grak tried to pull his spear free of the monster. The wyvern had other ideas; for such a massive beast it moved swiftly, one clawed, reptillian foot stepped forwards whilst the wyvern swung it's weight to one side. It's barbed, armoured tail whipped around as it turned it's body, and within an instant, it collided with the burly, once-victorious hunter. Still, Steal stood, watching as his makeshift-mentor was thrown a few feet into the air, he looked weightless for a moment, neither rising nor falling, and then he fell, a once powerful body merely lay in a motionless heap on the floor.

The wyvern let out a snort, more like a chuckle than from exasperation. It's remaining eye searched through the flames that blanketed the woods around it. It's eye stopped searching as it turned again. It's maw opened wide, that same hissing from before began again. It's singular eye was locked on Steal's head, his green body and pointed ears making him easy to see in the blackened and dead woodland.

"Fuck..."