“Don’t cut them off!  I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please!” the tiercel begged. His feathers were ruffled and his tail twitched while he repeatedly bared his neck, signalling submission. The human wasn’t giving any indication that he was accepting the griffin’s surrender. There was something lethal in the way Marco looked at the downed griffin. He was… chanting in Equestrian and another tongue, tone low and quite menacing.