Rurik was quite glad that he had not been eaten, or impaled... and then eaten. He pulled himself to his feet, and nearly panicked when he saw Chloe nearly get eaten. However, she didn't get eaten, so he didn't quite panic. Still, he winced when she got toss like a discarded chew toy. Her assault had been impressive though, and so was Verin's follow up attack. Rurik was starting to feel like the third wheel. Was he roll going to be the weak link here? It wasn't that he needed to be the strongest, and he didn't want someone else to be the "weak link." He just didn't want to be so useless. If he was useless, then he didn't belong there.

He heard Verin suggest something. A hot hammer? No, it made sense; Chloe's hammer could hurt it, and his fire could burn it, so together... would it be enough? It would certainly be better, that much was obvious. As for how one lit stone on fire, well, magic had a way of breaking rules. But he also heard Chloes complaint, she didn't want to be bitten again. In fact, it was debatable if she'd live through that again, even just now she'd probably gotten a little lucky. No, they certainly couldn't risk that. The one problem they'd all been having was falling short, and then being left open to a counter attack. If they were going to do this, the wyvern needed to be vulnerable, with no way to fight back. That way they could focus on getting in the hit they needed.

"You two hold up!" he shouted to them. "Give me a minute, and make sure you're ready! I'm going to make an opening!" They had to be smart about this. [i]This is it. Don't be the weak link![/i] he thought to himself, trying to get himself in the right mindset. He stepped forward, so that he was the first one in the line of fire if the wyvern chose to make the first move. He could see it staring at him, eyes wide, lips pulled back to reveal rows of teeth, each tooth long enough to impale him. This thing was pissed. It wasn't about food or territory anymore, it had a personal grudge against them and wanted them all dead. He supposed they must have been doing [i]something[/i] right. Still, it sent chills down his spine, having the thing staring at him like that.

Why was he even in this position? Oh right, he'd wanted to see it. He'd wanted to learn. Had he done that? Had he had enough time to watch it? Or had he been knocked around so much, and done too little, and wasted his chance? Did he need more time? Did he deserve more time? He found himself hesitating, thinking about this perhaps once in a lifetime chance he had. He had no real teachers he could turn to, he needed things like this. In his thoughts he realized he'd let his guard down, and the wyvern had noticed.

The beast lunged at him, jaws wide. Rurik's heart kick-started itself into high-gear. He had one shot to live through this and he wasn't going to waste [i]that[/i]. 

"PREDATOR MAGIC: BEAR CLAWS!" His arms shot out and one hand each grabbed the upper and lower jaws of the wyvern, holding them apart. It's jaw strength was massive, hell, the strength of the beast in general was overwhelming. His feet slid back across the ground, leaving furrows in the dirt. His arms trembled with the effort of keeping its jaws parted. If one had told him he was going to be wrestling a wyvern today... well actually he probably would have been excited. Right now, he was terrified as he knew he would soon be overpowered. Power wasn't going to win this, the amount of seconds he had left where he could keep pushing back were dwindling, and he'd had scarce few to start with.

"Predator... magic... TIGER CLAWS!" he strained to speak, and focus his next spell. He pulled back quickly, arms darting out of the beast's maw, jaws shutting an inch from his face. He swiped at its eye, but hit the scaly ridge over it instead, but it flinched. As a flying hunter, it needed its eyes, they were precious. He darted around, and aimed for the other eye, making it flinch again. He swiped twice more at its face, denting and ripping away scales. It pulled back, and then surged forth with a snapping bite. Rurik ducked low, the jaws passing over her. "Predator Magic: Bear Claws!" He lunged back up from below, both palms slamming into the wyvern's lower jaw simultaneous, hitting with as much strength as he could muster in that one second. 

The beast reeled, it's head jerking upward from the blow. It stumbled back, onto its haunches, exposing itself. Rurik darted in, seeing a chance to leave it completely defenseless. 

"Predator Magic: Wolf Fangs!" He stabbed the middle and index fingers of both hands into the beasts left knee, and then spun and darted to its right, stabbing into it's other knee. His fang magic just enough to punch through the scales, almost up to his second knuckle. The beast roared in pain, and began to collapse forward, threatening to crush him under its bulk. He jumped and rolled out of the way, the wyvern falling behind him. "NOW!" Rurik yelled, signaling Chloe and Verin to launch their attack. They needed to hit it now before the wyvern regained its footing. Its injured knees would only slow it for so long.