The sound of fire crackling and sizzling oil filled the night air of the wilderness, as a soft, warm glow of the flames could be seen from a distance.
Closer to the flame was a blonde-haired man seated on a rock, tending to the thin cuts of meat that were placed on the pan above the flames.
From sight alone, one could tell that very few ingredients had gone into the pan, yet the aroma filled the air. It was a beautiful scent in all ramifications.
The man took the stick he had placed beside the rock he sat on and used it to slowly flip the pieces of meat over, revealing the sides that had been cooking for a while.
He began humming a tune as he flipped them, nodding his head to follow the rhythm. He kept going for a while until everything was well-cooked and the insides were tender.
He took the pan off the pot and placed it on the rock beside him. He took out a small knife and used it to pick slices of meat from the pan and eat.
“Hmm, the outskirts of the dragon empire belong to the wyverns, which act like watchdogs for the dragon.
All I was asked to bring was their blood. The dragon would be very hard to get, but wyverns will be a lot easier.
The scent of the meat should be reaching them soon. They’ll attack in a group, maybe up to five. I’ll have to take every one of them down first.
But still, that is relatively easier than taking on a full dragon. Come to think of it, don’t we have tamed wyverns and also modified wyverns?
But those stupid researchers want untamed ones. Like, who the hell makes such absurd requests?” the man complained as he took his next bite.
After a while, he heard the loud, piercing roar of a wyvern, and then more followed. He listened closely to find out their number.
“Seems I was a little off. There are six of them. I have to get ready,” he said. He took out a metal string and a very thick leather glove.
He put the glove on and spun the wire around his arm, then waited. After thirty seconds, the wyverns came into sight and landed close to him, six in number.
But the man noticed that there was something wrong with the first wyvern. It was bigger than the rest, and it exuded a different pressure.
“Sir, are you the one cooking out here?” the first wyvern asked.
Immediately, the man’s face changed. “Oh shit, oh shit.”
For a wyvern to reach a level where it could speak human language, that meant it was either really strong or really intelligent—and in this case, it seemed like both.
The man took a step back slowly, but the wyvern noticed it. The wyvern let out a small roar, and all the wyverns except him flew into the air and charged at the man.
The man turned around and ran. As he ran, he slowly loosened the wire. When it was loose, he turned around and waited for the first wyvern that would reach him.
The first one reached him and tried to use its leg to grab him. The man timed the attack well, and when it was about to hit his chest, he very quickly tied the wire around the leg.
Immediately the wire touched the leg, he released a blast of lightning into the wire. The electricity ran through the body of the wyvern and temporarily paralyzed it.
The wyvern fell to the ground with a loud thud. The man wasted no time; he undid his wire and got ready again.
This time, the wyverns didn’t just jump in. They recognized that this man was a threat, and so the four flew into formation.
“Shit, these wyverns are too smart. If I don’t take them down in time, the first one I took down will be able to stand again,” the man said.
He never expected that they would be this coordinated. He chose the very outskirts of the empire, where the weakest wyverns stayed around.
These wyverns he was fighting now were wyverns that should be closer to the main empire, not far out here.
“Fuck it,” the man said and charged at one wyvern. He took out a small blade and threw it into the air. The blade suddenly shined brightly and then exploded.
But the explosion was not to hit anyone. It was all a misdirection because the man was already near a wyvern. Due to the explosion, there was a small gap in their formation.
He used the wire again and leaped into the air, managing to get it around the neck of the wyvern and shooting a crazy amount of lightning into its neck.
The wyvern fell to the ground, paralyzed. The man was about to get up and move again, but before he could, the tail of another wyvern slammed into his chest and sent him flying.
He rolled across the ground while coughing out blood. He lost when it came to strength, as the base strength of a wyvern was far greater than that of a human.
When he finally came to a stop, he pushed himself up while coughing blood even more. He got back to his feet and faced the wyverns.
“God, I hate this job. Why can’t I just be a chef alone?” he asked himself. He took out about five small blades and threw them around him in a pattern.
Then he bent on one knee, waiting for the wyverns.
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“You all might be smart, but when you start winning, your dragon pride—or should I say wyvern pride—will kick in, and you’ll make some rash decisions, like one of you coming this way,” the man spoke, but not loud enough for them to hear.
And just like he said, one wyvern decided to finish the job and flew towards the man. As soon as the wyvern got inside the pattern created with the blades,
The blades activated and created a powerful lightning cage. But just before it fully formed, the man leaped out and let the wyvern be caught inside.