"How dare you try to push me down into the mud!?" he said indignantly, his blonde mane resplendent in the morning sun. "I have half a mind to-" The prince was cut off by a burst of fire flying just over his head, the sudden sound of fire rushing past his ears, feeling the rush of warmth as it passed overhead and blasted apart a weapon stand. A beleaguered looking squire came out of his tent carrying a large crate and the griffon's shoulders slunk as he looked at the scorch mark on the ground where his goods once stood. The prince let out a high pitched scream in surprise.