"BWHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHHAHA HOH BOY, WOULD YA LOOK AT A THAT! DON'T WORRY, SIR NOBLE FAGGOT! I AIN'T A MURDERSNOB AT ALL!" laughing madly, the man charged, uncaring for the axe still stuck in his shoulder, nor the copious amounts of blood flowing out, he threw himself at the gryphon, shouting "EVERYONE'S GETTING THE SAME AMOUNT OF MURDER FROM ME!"<br/>Striking and slashing at the gryphon, attacking anything he could see about the beast, most prominently his wings, long neck and beak while his own blood splattered with every strike, it was obvious that he attempted to push the gryphon back till he could reach the Hellguard again who, gritting her teeth, was currently reaching behind her back for her Hell's-Fang-Crossbow, hard at work to load the weapon while only having one hand available.