I ran into the town, as fast as I could, trying to keep up with the creature in the air, who for some weird reason kept changing directions without warning.
My mission was simple: No new fires.
'Simple', was preventing the fires. Catching up to the Wyvern? Not so simple.
As I made my way through the streets, the smell of smoke and burnt wood filled the air, almost choking me. One of the buildings nearby was on fire, and I quickly extinguished it with a spell.
The alleys were crowded with worried citizens, afraid of the loss of their household goods.
After running through and over houses, cutting through alleyways, and bumping into people, I finally made it to the creature.
The Wyvern's scream pierced the air once again, and I knew what was coming next.
I stopped right ahead of it, then thrust my hand up.
"Wind Vortex!"
The wind around me began to spin upwards, until a large column of air formed, turning at incredible speeds.
