Ferra is here to cripple a wyvern, and explode some guy's balls...

and she did both of those things. Olivine and Iridie are also here.

Now, to address the one-winged wyvern in the room and provide some context: the trio of bolds aren't villains, nor are they needlessly destructive when dealing with things that ought to be dealt with. In this case, a rather singed peasant showed up at the court of which they're members to beseech the princess to send someone to save his village from a wyvern-riding knight which were terrorizing them. Unfortunately, every one of the noble and heroic knights of the court had other quests, obligations, or stomach cramps planned already and couldn't go. Thus, it fell to the triplet of conjoined kobold mages, short of stature yet magnanimous of hearts as long as they're paid well, to take up the task! After a few days' trek, they made it to the site of the conflict. As the villagers cowered within their battered homes, peeking hopefully through keyholes and gaps in the walls, all was was too quiet... and, in Ferra's words, "absolutely disgusting" which earned her an annoyed swat from Iridie. Suddenly, a haughty voice called out insulting taunts at the three, before a fearsome wyvern leapt up onto the high roof of the village church, saddled and mounted by a man in shiny, expensively-intricate armor, whose condescending tone dripped with the privileged narcissism of a pathetic rich boy who thinks he's very important. As Iridie opened her mouth to tell him to leave this defenseless village alone, Ferra immediately unleashed a spell of her own creation and masterful design: Beam Attack. While her other two companions oft roll their eyes at the direct and to-the-point names that Ferra gives her spells, Ferra's Beam Attack did nonetheless directly hit the wyvern, to the point of crippling one of its wings. Concerned more with the cost of his grounded steed than the poor beast's health, the knight chastised Ferra, not expecting yet another custom-made spell at her disposal, the dreaded "Explode Balls Spell." It would seem that when shopping for armor the castrated cavalier should have passed by that flashy, oversized codpiece in favor of the more realistically-proportioned one with magic-resistant enchantments...

In real life, I don't encourage exploding someone's balls! This, however, is a fairly-lighthearted fantasy setting in which a wyvern could receive an artificial wing to replace a damaged one, and a castrated douchebag could, after falling into a depression and taking a long, introspective look at the type of person he'd become, come out of it a better man, with various options to repair such an injury. This is, after all, the type of world in which some kobolds can get their bodies from the waists down magically and inextricably fused together by a cursed artifact and a ghost, so who can say what other sorts of strange magics are out there? (Basically, everyone was alright in the end)