'Griffon perhaps?' he thought to himself as he planted the butt of his glaive into the ground to push himself up to his feet. Credit to the earth pony. Despite starting the duel shaking like a leaf, he had had enough sense to go for Handy's legs from the get-go. The griffon in his first duel of the day had gotten cocky, and Handy had knocked him out with a blow to the head from his hammer, ruining both the bird’s helmet and the crowd’s fun. 'No, with the press of bodies here, I'll likely go berserk. The aggression would be too much.'