“I GOT YOU!” Joachim shouted. His claws clasped around Handy’s right forearm, digging into flesh in desperation. Handy yelped in pain. The griffon’s two wings were flapping with all their strength, his right one evidently struggling, and he could see the strain in Joachim’s face. But it was enough. Joachim was hovering there as the world collapsed around them. The wall fell, and Handy felt rocks pelting his shoulders and head as the wall crumbled away. He spun in the air as Joachim whirled in the tiny space afforded them to avoid being hit himself, but the manoeuvre cost them both dearly, and he lost control, veering to slam into the destroyed wall that had once made the back wall of the room and collapsing onto the ground of a cave that lay behind it.