Blinding agony ripped up his claw, and he had had enough.<br/><br/>The gryphon brought its massive beak down around the man's one good arm, still desperately tugging at his foot, and snapped it shut. The impact itself did little, his beak not sharp enough to tear metal, but his jaws strained and the old, ill-maintained armor began to crack, creek, and eventually dent, then crumple, and from within it a horrific, crunching snap echoed out. His claw tightened slightly more around the man's head.<br/><br/>Swiftbeak heard the sound of wood scraping on wood, of tightening string. Without turning, he addressed the Hellguard behind him.<br/><br/>"You may kill him, if you wish; I would not deny you your retribution. If you would wish him questioned, however, it may be fortuitous to wait."<br/><br/>And with that the creature lifted its beak and let out a far, keening call; like that of an eagle, but much louder. A moment later, he repeated the scream. With any luck, it would be enough for Morr to follow.