“And what exactly art thou doing?” he said cautiously. His cloak covered him entirely, but it still shifted noticeably as he brought his hammer into a two handed grip. The griffon’s eyes flicked down, and he saw her wave a talon, her claw an inch from the ground. The hammer was suddenly ripped from his hands, landing at her claws. Handy started and made to rush over but felt himself tugged back by his cloak. He whirled around and lashed out with an armored fist at whoever had grabbed him, only to flail at the air.