
I absolutely hate Wyverns with a burning hatred hotter than the sun if it decided to bake with it's easy bake oven in arizona outside on a summer day
Not only does this monstrosity look like it was designed by a 14 year old who just discovered they have a thing for furries, it's just always there and never leaves you alone. You want wings? Too bad kid, now you've gotta watch this glorified tape worm fly around you're screen at mach nasa-only-wishes-they-could-be-this-fast, as it dodge, duck, dip, dive, and doug dimidome slams your face into the earth harder than what Kirby did to Fecto Elfilis at the end of Forgotten Land.
You go through constant Soviet levels of torture just to get 17 souls of flight and have to do it all over again. And even once you can fly, now you think it might be a great idea to fight some bosses in the open sky right? Wrong again! This guy comes back using his entire paycheck on 4 hired harpy prostitutes and they come up to you like school bullies from a 1990s film snapping there fingers making fun of your underperforming amour saying things like, "hey punk! Halloween was last week!" And then thew throw you're face into the toilet and give you swirlies until the janitor comes in to stop them
God I wish so much I could curl up every single one of these god forsaken ugly DreamWorks looking villain nincompoops into a giant ball of wyvern dough and flatten them with a steamroller, cut that up put them in boiling water and wrap them around uncooked potatoes to get wyvern gnocchi.
I hate Wyverns.