The male lunged at me with a furious screech. It was favouring its wounded leg and didn't have enough space to flap its magic wings, but its beak was as sharp and dangerous as ever, and so were the claws it still had left. And on the other side of me, its pack-mate was trying to tear me into ribbons.
So I jumped up, taking off into flight with a speed of a fly. I only got as far up as the ceiling allowed, but it was just barely enough to let the griffins' attacks harmlessly tear through the air below me. In the next instant, I dropped back down, kicking my legs hard into the male's head.
Unprepared, unbalancing, and wounded on one leg, it plastered beak-first on the ground, already flapping its wings, hitting walls and the other griffin with them, in an attempt to shake me off and get up. And it was then that I finally heard Yvenna's victorious cry just behind me.
