So he gave the dummy a tremendous kick, sending it flying backwards and catching the griffon completely off guard. She stumbled, wings flapping to regain her balance. It was too late. He was already upon her and swung his glaive down, stopping it just at her neck. “Like I said…” Handy breathed, “I can handle myself.” He scowled at her as he withdrew the glaive. She merely flapped her wings once in response before setting them at her side, leaning on her spear.