Marco got pinned down, face first on the floor. The griffin on top of him grabbed a hold of his neck with its claw, a move that called for the opponent’s submission. Relief washed over Gilda. The griffins he was facing weren’t looking to kill him. All the human had to do was expose his neck, admit defeat. However… her stomach suddenly felt heavy as she realized that Marco might not know that. He wasn’t a griffin. He was a human. 