“Give me a break, we don’t have magic back home. How was I supposed to believe that?” Handy said, his airs slipping in the early morning. Tanismore made the first move which was fine for Handy. He went for a quick killing lunge, a common tactic among the knights, he found. He ducked under the blow and then suddenly launched himself upwards into the griffon’s underside, knocking his balance askew before his wings could correct their glide to a flap and Handy tossed the griffon over the ring with his own momentum. “Round one to me I should think.”