The players' troops moved as a trained unit; the vanguard of shield warriors stepped forward; the rest continued to protect mages and healers; mages regrouped; and rogues and melee attackers alike scattered.
The idea was to continue attacking the loose mobs in an orderly fashion while the best ones faced the boss; they could not make mistakes; if a wyvern attacked their front line, many of the rankers who focused their attention on that gigantic monster would die.
Many men trembled at the mere presence of the Wyvern matriarch; even without her wings spread out, she was a colossal being. She was the closest thing to a real dragon they had seen with their own eyes and now they understood what fear of a dragon meant. It was no joke, they were all scared.
The air began to flow into the monster's throat; it was like a vacuum cleaner, 2 meters in diameter that dragged everything in its path.
