Terror swept across the camp.
Theodrick stepped back slowly, his hands were clammy as he tried to unsheathe his sword—he stared down at the wyvern that landed itself on the fireplace. The creature plunged down from the sky and let out a shriek before turning around to the people present, its large tail flicked and flung the other [ Soldiers ] behind it into the distance.
Crash!
The sound blasted itself into his eardrums while he held the blade in his hand, the creature in front of him was too occupied with the sights around it—even passing over their scaly gaze past him. Sweat trickled down from his neck and slid into his armor as he measured the odds. Glancing from the corner also showed different states of soldiers, some shouts emanated from outside the camp but within here, most of them had immediately readied their weapons.
Now it made sense why it hadn't attacked at once.
