Swiftbeak desperately wanted to look back and see if the Hellguard still lived, but did not dare take his eyes off the berserker. Seeing the brute's sword-arm broken, he began to speak.<br/><br/>"Apologize to the lady, and I will kill you qui-"<br/><br/>His words turned into a feral scream of pain as teeth wrenched deep into his talon. His reaction was instinctual; his talon curled inward, talons straining and scraping against armor. The gryphon put little stock in the ability of keratin to pierce metal no matter what strength he put behind it, and so his only option was to bear down with all of his considerable weight on the bolt that had already embedded itself in the man's armor, hoping to drive it straight through his chest and pin him to the ground. With the man's sword-arm already broken (and his other concealed beneath the cloth), the gryphon had a foot free to clamp around his opponent's skull and try with all of his might to wrench it back and tear the teeth from himself.