Before Gilda could ask for the eagless’ anything, a masculine scream filled the air. Her eyes widened as she turned her head and looked behind her. She expected, feared even, the other griffin hurting Marco. She was sure she would see him pinned down again, fighting uselessly against his opponent. It was such a surprise for her when she saw Marco on top of the downed griffin, instead. What was more shocking was the fact that the griffin was spouting apologies in Aeric, panic coloring his voice.