Logan's gleeful victory celebrations were cut short as the Wyvern Lord drove her mount onward, nearly bucking him off once more. With a squeak, he hung on to nearly everything that wasn't bucking wildly as if his life depended on it as the ashes that used to be his rare tome fell away in the rushing wind. The mage felt the ravenous growling even more than he heard it. The experience wasn't one he'd had before. Strange. There was a moments reprieve as he felt Caius pull up, then a dull thud rebounded across the body as something heavy and soft was just torn away from the loving grasp of Mother Earth. His lips split open again in a grimace of pleasure as he imagined the poor man's screams, which were hidden quite well under the rushing wind.
They had reach the peak of their ascent when Lumara ordered the man dropped, and Logan took the chance to stuff the ruined covers of the Dying Blaze tome back into his coat, making sure both of his other tomes were still in place, only half listening to the woman brag about how she didn't need magic when she could kill these bandits with her mount and axe. After peering over to observe the man splattering against the now blood-soaked sand, he caught a glimpse of the Wyvern Lord hurling her axe in an almost impossible arch, smashing in the head of a man who seemed to be more than a little inconvenienced by the wound, if the resulting blood splatter was anything to go by. Logan applauded politely at the show, reaching in for his next tome when Lumara urged Caius over to pick up her now bloodied axe. He was about to respond when a rather burly man rudely interrupted, grasping at the leg of his overly-friendly companion.
He glared down at the brute, imagining what terrors this man had committed attempted to both spit in the man's eye and stomp in his nose at the same time. "Got him!" There was a set of several crunches as the man's nose broke, followed a couple of his teeth, and finally his jaw before the brute finally had the sense to let go, slumping and sliding off the wyvern. Logan's viscous laughter was punctuated as he began to activate the golden rune array before he even peeled open his Thunder tome. There was a vague sense of vertigo as the air twisted and rippled, before a horrible buzzing and crackling split the air as a bolt of pure plasma launched from the tips of the spellcaster's fingers, crashing into the already wounded man with a terrible sound that combined both blood boiling and flesh bursting as the water inside overheated and turned nearly instantly into gas. The resulting explosion of bone shrapnel and hissing blood rained even more damage to the surrounding area, delivering no more fatalities but several more harsh yells of pain and disgust.