Cavalry against cavalry.
Arrow baptism filled with divine power against skeleton hordes.
In the frontal power struggle, our legion's overwhelming victory. Now what remained was the yellow sanpaku-eyed monster that appeared scattering black mist.
"Hehe, not bad. Rookie."
"Don't you see everyone but you is dead?"
"Hehe, don't worry. They'll all come back alive anyway. You think you won. But you're mistaken. This battle-"
"Either shut up and come down, or fuck off upstairs."
"...."
The wyvern in the mist fell silent. There's a limit to constantly grating on nerves to irritate people, but it just kept flying around the ceiling without coming down at all.
"You scared?"
I kept provoking it. Too clever for its own good, it wouldn't come down. I needed it to come down to catch it, but the [Golden-Eyed Wyvern] just floated at the ceiling entrance.
"Scared you'll become an arrow cushion if you come down, huh?"
"Yeah, I'm scared. So I'm waiting for reinforcements."
