Thomin tried to comprehend what he was seeing as what appeared to be a suit of armour was flying towards him. Five fingers gripped the belt he wore across his torso as a pair of feet planted on his chest, and all of a sudden the creature placed its full weight on him. Time seemed to slow down, his wings failing to keep balance in the air at the sudden shift in weight. "Sorry, our fella," the human said as he pulled himself closer, knees bent as it sprung from the griffon, kicking away and launching itself upwards after the dragon. Thomin was sent flying downwards after the human effectively used him as a gryphonic springboard.