[ The ice is enough to keep it still long enough for Joshua to plunge his blade through its neck again, using what arm strength he has to push the steel through its scales until its practically buried to the hilt. Blood sprays as he extracts it and keeps stabbing, hoping to hit a large enough artery that it will weaken and bleed out. The mess is something he can deal with later, but he wants to keep the wyvern from retaliating, aiming a blast of fire, a taste of its own medicine, at its face for good measure.

As soon as its movements start to grow sluggish, Joshua withdraws so he can help Jill, holding out a hand towards her. ]

That should be enough to keep it from causing trouble for a good while, assuming it dose not outright die. Come, let's see you to somewhere safer so I can tend to your wounds.

[ She looks equally a mess, and Joshua is hoping most of that blood is the wyvern's rather than hers, though he's not optimistic. So much for not pushing themselves more than they have to. Such is the life of a Dominant, but he's managing to hold himself together rather than coughing out a gallon of blood. That's a win in his book. ]