‘Joachim?’ Handy blinked in confusion, the mist fading from his mind. He eyed the flailing griffon, its wing flaring and feathers moulting off and cascading amidst the billowing clouds of steam, smoke, and dust that were choking him and stinging his eyes. His eye widened as sanity took sudden, lamentable grip of his mind with the white knuckled fury of a drowning man to a lifeline as he gave witness to several tonnes of barely restrained metallic death bearing down upon him as his companion struggled desperately to enforce some force of reason upon the madness.