He couldn’t be everywhere at once, and one of the brigands pierced his left wing with a short sword and tore it back out, ruining the wing and causing him to let out a terrible, pained cry as well as an instinctual cringe in anygriffon who witnessed it and imagined the pain in their own appendages. She didn’t have long to process everything she saw, for a dark form loomed over her from one end of the table, and she just barely managed to bring up her dagger, parrying the axe that was coming down on her just before her assailant collided with her and sent her straight back to the ground. A desperate struggle followed as she tried to bring her dagger to bear as the throbbing in her head and swimming vision made it hard to think. She didn’t remember much about what she looked like. In fact, she didn’t remember much about what she did that day in the following few minutes. She saw Fallow go down from her position beneath the table legs, bleeding and not moving. She saw another griffon getting up from where he lay by some broken chairs, and she stalked over to him with murderous intent in his eyes.