The moment the griffins were spotted, chaos had erupted. A loud screech could be heard and several griffons, mounted by their riders, had taken to the skies in search of the one who had dared disturb their peace. Several of the soldiers had retrieved broken weapons that had been lying around, a war cry, which was more like a dying moan, bellowing from their group. They were willing to defend a kingdom that they believed was still flourishing.<br/><br/>Five large griffins bolted toward the place where the dragon riders had made their camp, following after Anaya.<br/><br/>At camp, it was hard to miss all of the commotion. Olga was already vigilant, keeping an eye out for danger, ready for anything that would come out at them, and had gotten the sense that they were not along the moment they had landed. The news of griffins made her frown a little. It wasn’t something she or anyone else wanted to hear. Griffins were nasty creatures with the ability to turn anything they came across into a cowering mess. They incredibly difficult to handle even for a dragon. Their magic was powerful, and those claws did a lot of damage if someone was not careful. She has never liked them.<br/><br/>Olga looked at the knight as he spoke. He had a good strategy certainly, but she wasn’t really sure how well it would work. It was still strange to her how they were going to fight an enemy that looked like it was about to drop out of the sky. They looked dead, but were evidently very much alive. Taking them head on was plain suicide, so it was likely that taking cover was the best option.<br/><br/>“I agree.” She said in reply, the look in her eyes saying that she was indeed not too keep on taking them all on head-on.<br/><br/>“Oh, man…” Alonzo whimpered, readying his crossbow. “Griffins… bloody griffins. Of all the things we had to run into.” He continued to mutter things under his breath while fiddling with his bow.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">He’s not much of a warrior is he?</span>Vehrgeist snorted suddenly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I can’t say I blame him for being worried… Griffins are not to be taken lightly.</span>Olga’s lips pressed together to form a small frown as she watched the Hunter carefully.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">Oh, I’m well aware of how dangerous those vile birds can be. They’re no match for us, though, right?</span><br/><br/>Olga’s frown turned into a bit of a smile. She decided to confront the Hunter, “Get a hold of yourself, Hunter. You can always turn back if you’re scared.”<br/><br/>“I’m not scared,” Alonzo replied. “I just don’t like griffons.”<br/><br/>Olga would have loved to continue that conversation, but they were running out of time.<br/><br/>The griffins were moving a little closer now, their riders and a few soldiers below getting into position. All of them, mindless puppets marching toward the front line, loyal to their duties even though they have been reduced to creatures, monsters even, with their soul barely intact. It looked more pathetic than terrifying in many different ways. But they would all be foolish to underestimate them.<br/><br/>One griffin landed on a rock close to the group and let out a horrible hiss, spreading its wings to their full length. It was not willing to let the group pass.<br/><br/>“Damn it.” Olga clenched her jaw any wand looked around. Where the hell had they all come from, she wondered to herself. “Alright, it looks like we’re going to have to cut our way through.” Her hand fell to the hilt of her sword and a fire burned in her eyes. Likewise, Vehrgeist seemed to be more than ready for battle as well. She didn’t like it, but it seemed like it was the only way. Nobody ever said that this was going to be an easy mission.