Gilda didn’t even need to shout a warning; everyone with her knew what was coming. The griffins separated, flying in evasive maneuvers as the Flyers unleashed their powerful spikes. Desperation lent them speed, but the fatigue and lack of water seemed to have finally caught up to them. Griffins that usually dodged such counterattacks with ease flew a little too slow. They got hit in wings, their bodies, or necks, bringing them down. One spike even grazed Gilda’s wing. She ignored the pain. 