In another instant, it was all over. The griffon was up and breaking bones with every swing of his mace until they were all down on the ground. He stood in the midst of the ruin of bodies, none the worse for wear for the brief beating he had received apart from breathing slightly heavier than he had been. It had all been over in less than a minute, leaving the street in stunned silence, punctuated by the pitiful noises of the gang griffons who had the misfortune of still being conscious.