If Swiftbeak had a penchant for thought before action he might still be a human.<br/><br/>He sharpened his dive to a swoop, descending from the sky with great speed and all the weight of his muscle. His target was obvious; anyone trying so fervently to kill a Hellguard was doing ill, and the hint of inhumanity pervading his appearance only assured the gryphon that something was not right. Approaching from behind at as steep an angle as he could, at the last minute he leveled out; while the rush of air and the beat of his wings steadying himself would likely be heard, he could only hope he moved fast enough for his hindlegs to swing forward and impact the man square in the back- If the blow wasn't enough to shatter bone through the armor, it would hopefully at least throw him a few feet away, allowing the hellguard to get back on her feet.