Whirlwind practically danced around his gryphonic opponent, a large dirty gold griffon in dull, grey armour, checkerboard patterned with portions painted in red. Its claymore was covered in cloth swung low, and the stag deftly hopped over the blade, laughing, landing on its forehooves and swinging on the spot. It bucked or at least appeared to. In actuality, the deer pushed forward on its forelegs, pushing itself out of the way of the griffon's back swing. He anticipated his opponent's move and landed behind the confused griffon who was trying to locate the deer. Whirlwind lowered his head and charged, his antlers digging into the rump of the griffon, who howled in shock and pain.