The sickening crunch of breaking bones announced the madman's injury as the gryphon slammed him to the ground, right arm useless and broken, the broken, rusted armor doing little to keep away the crossbow-bolt and winged creature's forceful impact, him even for his strength physically incapable of remaining standing, coming to a fall under the gryphon's onslaught.<br/>Spitting blood, eyes, which this close Swiftbeak was able to notice that they seemed to shimmer a metallic gold, seeming to literally glint with mad hate, the man nonetheless refused to stop giggling, before he slammed his unnatural teeth into the talon that held his broken arm, digging into the flesh and drawing blood.<br/>His other hand, still concealed under cloth, meanwhile attempted to reach the discarded sword his sword-arm was no longer capable of holding.<br/><br/>The Hellguard meanwhile had let go of her crossbow to desperately press her make-shift bandage onto the bleeding stump of her arm.<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Looking up at the calm, clear sky, Morr could not help but shake the feeling that somethign was amiss. Over the years, some might have thought he would have 'learned to trust this instinct, coming from decades of combat experience after all', though these days he felt it was hard for him to differentiate between what was paranoia and caution, while still standing ready to accept his purpose's demands.<br/><br/>Of course, in this case, even in these Hellguard-controlled lands, caution was advised and paranoia clearly defined, as he asked those travelling with him "Has anyone seen sir Swiftbeak up in the skies? It may be my age getting the better of my vision, but I ordered him to always stay in sight and he does not appear to be the type to disobey orders without good reason."<br/><br/>No one of his subordinates spoke up to tell him they had seen him.