‘No you don’t.’ Handy gripped the hammer in both hands and leaned back, his right foot raised. He swung, letting go of the hammer. The second he let go of the weapon, he was bowled over. The two griffon guards not knocked out pinned him to the ground and laid into him. But he had done his job, for the hammer soared through the air and slammed into the back of the last griffon’s helmet, knocking the bird out as it tumbled to the ground. Joachim opened the door.