[Cliffs]<br/>The Grey wyvern held his blade fast and thrust his palm forth, strings of violet colored prayer beads held eight circular stone tokens, a magic rune engraved on each and each dipped in red rune wax to amplify their strength. From his palm shot a shockwave strong enough to send Mav hurling through the air, half of his body landing over the cliffs the other half sliding along the upper ledges. The Grey Wyvern then again rushed Mav his speed exeeded that of any normal bird Wyvern as if assisted by magic, he aimed to strike Mav's body while his balance was in limbo.<br/><br/>[Holding Pens]<br/>Springlatch found himself in quite the position. a stack of boxes leading out of one of the windoes made for an exelent staircase, and who should stop right outside than the big green brute of a Bird Wyvern dishing out all that damage with the four turrets giving him an easy starecase straight up onto the turret location, even more so than that, the house he was in...was a friggen armory! There were jaggi sized lances, little bowguns, flash bombs, poison bombs, ect all over the place in big heaping barrels and crates.