“MOVE!” Handy shouted and ran forward. The three flying griffons dived at him with their spears. Joachim took to the air at the exact time they dove and clawed at one as he passed over their heads. Handy dived into a roll under the inside of the reach of their spears. The three tried to stop their rapid descent, but the one Joachim clawed failed and hit the ground hard, face first. Handy got up on one knee and brought his shield up as a spear broke across it, the blow pushing him back. Joachim fell on the griffon before him, pulling him to the ground. Handy turned. The three unengaged griffons were upon him, and he brought his hammer around in an arc, breaking one spear as another nicked his side, cutting the chainmail just below his cuirass. Handy hissed in pain and staggered back. “I’ll hold them, go!” Handy ordered.