I swung the sword at her left paw and expected the blade to slightly hurt her, but instead I saw the blade bounce off the scales of her paw.
I heard the crack of steel and I looked in surprise at the blade, on which cracks began to appear one after another, stretching from the tip to the guard of the sword.
I did not have the opportunity to check the damage to the blade; the wyvern struck with the same paw that I hit with the blade. Covering myself with a shield, I felt the wyvern's blow almost pierce through the shield.
For its size, the wyvern was very dexterous in striking, if I had not prepared for its attack in advance, I had a bad idea of the state in which I found myself after its blow. Trying to get around behind her after she hit. I had hope that she would need time to strike again.
But feeling a slight blow of wind from the other side, I anxiously redirected my sword in the direction of her blow, hoping to block or delay her blow on me.
I felt a terrible blow on my hand for a short time, I stopped feeling it when the fear that she had torn my hand off began to creep in, I began to slightly feel my hand.
There was a strange feeling that my hand was in some kind of barrier and I did not have the full opportunity to use it.
There was a grinding sound and then a crack, I didn't need to look to understand that the blade had disintegrated.
Thinking about my actions, was I too hasty in attacking the wyvern? Could my decision have been wrong and I should have backed down?
Shaking my head to drive away these thoughts, I understood that the wyvern would not let me go and turning my back to it would be like asking her to kill me.
The rain continued to fall, the hair I had brushed back again threatened to block my visibility. Covering myself with a shield and moving behind her, I raised my hand, brushing my wet hair back.
After I return to the academy, I will definitely need to shorten my hair, otherwise this could cost me my life or my companions.
The wyvern, watching me try to approach her behind her, let out a low growl, attracting my attention.
From her look, I understood that she was tired of playing with me and she decided to burn me. In the absence of a blade, all I could do was create the sword of darkness that I created in my mind. But first I will need to survive the wyvern's fiery attack.
Quickly looking around in search of possible shelter from her fire, I came across a small hole next to which a broken tree was lying.
Starting to move towards this hole, I felt like the dirt under my feet began to treacherously slide due to the water in it.
Moving carefully towards the pit and trying not to fall, I did not take my eyes off the wyvern, hoping to find its weak point.
Many animals and monsters hid their weak points from other predators. Looking at its neck and considering how much less protected it would be than its paws, there might have been a way to pierce the neck, but I doubted that the wyvern would lower it so that I would have the opportunity to strike at the neck.
Looking down, I noticed that the lower part of her body, which was visible behind her paws, was less covered with scales and more reminiscent of slightly bare skin rather than a protected place.
It turns out that I was so close to her weak point, but my desire to hit her on the paws played a cruel joke on me.
When I was about to run back and summon the blade of darkness, I felt the air next to me become warmer and then immediately hot.
Realizing what was about to happen, I ran faster and faster towards the pit, which was already next to me.
Covering myself with a shield and jumping into the pit, I felt my armor heating up more and more, and an unpleasant smell of burnt skin appeared on me.
My right eye practically couldn't see, I didn't feel pain at that moment and tried not to think about what happened to me.
Any attempt to slow down and check my condition could cost me my life, I felt the shield getting hotter through the handle by which I was holding the shield. And this, according to the professor, was the weak fire of a wyvern?!
I was scared to imagine what kind of fire the dragon would spew out then. The shield continued to get hotter, I could already feel through the handle how hot it became, gradually the fire emitted by the wyvern began to decrease until it stopped completely.
I didn't know how long it would take for the wyvern to release more fire from its neck. I tried to get out of the hole in which I was hiding from her fire as quickly as possible. I rested on the wet ground, which began to layer like mud on my feet.
Getting out of the pit, I felt a terrible pain in my body where the rain was dripping and where the wyvern's fire had previously hit, the pain went throughout my body from my head to the right side of my body.
I wanted to endure the pain, but when I found myself in the rain with it, I felt my skin on my face and under my armor tingling from drops of water. Screaming at the top of my lungs, I looked at the wyvern's satisfied look; it seemed to me that a smile was visible on its scaly face.
She definitely liked what she saw now in front of her, slowly walking towards her and staggering, I created a sword of darkness.
Squeezing the blade of darkness with my right hand, I experienced terrible pain, I felt like my hand was burning both inside and outside from the fingers to the shoulder.
I had a desire to look at her, but I understood that this could destroy my mood for this battle with the wyvern. She did not move and did not try to attack me with her paws or with fire. The rain that did not stop did not seem to cause her any inconvenience or harm.
The more I walked in the rain, the more I could smell my skin and flesh in the air. I didn't know how much strength I still had left and whether I would lose consciousness after striking with my wounded hand.
Approaching her paw and through the pain, squeezing the blade of darkness and trying with my healthy eye to determine the distance to that place that I took for the weakness of the wyvern.
Having placed the shield in front of him and struck with the tip directly at that place, the blade of darkness with a hiss began to slowly penetrate inside the wyvern.
The wyvern began to roar into the sky and tried to push me away with its front paws, but I did not pay attention to the pain from its claws that broke through my harbinger armor and reached for my body.
Smirking through the pain, I had a thought: if darkness is so terrible for a wyvern, then I myself will become darkness.
I had no idea what I was doing, but darkness began to envelop my body. Her roar above me testified that now she was experiencing pain not only from the sword of darkness.
Which penetrated deeper and deeper and tore her from top to bottom, expanding the wound, but also from the claws and paws that were in contact with my body.
No longer expecting how the wyvern could harm me, I began to tear faster and faster with the sword of darkness when I felt a terrible pain on the right side of my body.
Turning my gaze to the right side, where the new pain was coming from, I saw how its tail dug into my side and penetrated inside my body.
I felt my blood rise from my chest to my throat, threatening to burst out of my mouth. She, like me, did not want to surrender to the will of the winner without demonstrating everything they could.
Unlike her, I fed the blade of darkness more and more, summoning small blades and penetrating them deeper into the wound.
I heard her painful roar mixed with anger and pain, she tried to penetrate even deeper with her tail into my body, which made me, without holding back, also scream.
Both of our voices echoed in the rainy forest, I didn't understand why she hadn't released the fire yet, perhaps that she needed more time to accumulate it.
Throwing away these thoughts, I called upon more and more blades of darkness and they tore the wound faster and faster.
Both her blood and my own were accumulating under my feet; it had already been displaced. She and I both felt terrible pain, but no one wanted to give up.
I felt her tail getting closer and closer to coming out on the other side. And I understood that if I didn't kill her faster, my situation would become even more terrible.
Slashing with blades inside the wyvern, I felt myself getting closer to its heart. Directing all the blades that he summoned towards the place from where her heartbeat could be heard.
The blades penetrated deeper and deeper until they were in front of her heart. I could hardly see him; his hair blocked my view; I could only hope that it was not a mirage.
Having struck with my sword of darkness, I heard the roar of the wyvern, which began to weaken and fall on its back.
Expecting any trick from the wyvern, even pretending to be dead. Her breathing did not resume and her tail remained in my side, not trying to penetrate further.
Instead of the joy of defeating the wyvern, I felt fatigue throughout my body and pain spreading throughout my body.
Having canceled the blades of darkness except one, trying not to disturb my right hand, I lowered the shield to the ground.
I took the blade with my left hand and struck the tail, cutting it, allowing the part of the wyvern that penetrated my body to remain there.
The severed tail fell on the wet ground, making sure that the wyvern did not react in any way, I canceled the sword of darkness and thinking about what to do next, I felt drowsy with fatigue.
My left eye began to close more and more, fearing what might happen to me if I stayed here so badly wounded if I fell into unconsciousness.
Warding off drowsiness, trying to get a wound healing tablet as quickly as possible. Feeling the pill in my mouth, I quickly began to look around where I could hide from the rain.
Not finding anything that could serve as shelter for me, I staggered and began to walk around the wyvern's corpse, heading towards its wings.
As I had hoped, they were not completely opened when I climbed into one of the wings, which I felt like the warmth of the dead wyvern still remained in the body.
I could only hope that the tormentors would cope with everyone and return to my consciousness on their own; I no longer had the strength to fight the fatigue, closing my eyes and falling into sleep.