As Rayne broke away and ran for the nest, the griffon pecked at her retreating back, if not quite exactly painfully then causing the tingling sensation that told her she was taking damage!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Attack of Opportunity</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attack: 27, hit (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=61933)<br/>Damage: 7 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=61934)<br/></div></div><br/><br/>Still, her gambit paid off as she managed to make it to the nest and take one of the eggs hostage. The griffon was prepared to swoop down upon her once more, but checked itself when it saw that Rayne was holding the egg between the two of them. Maintaining an unblinking gaze on the half-elf, the griffon stepped forward slowly while the egg-thief backed up to the edge of the Greenspire summit, waiting for her to make the tiniest mistake.<br/><br/>When Rayne started manipulating the second egg, the griffon immediately rushed over to save it, apparently its logic being that if it couldn't save one egg, it could at least keep the others safe. This gave Rayne the opening she needed to carry out her plan. The last pixie arrow finally worked, causing the the griffon to stand in place rather stupidly for a moment, drooling with its tongue out. Just before she made her plummet, Rayne could have sworn that she saw a cartoonish spiral texture in the griffon's eyes...<br/><br/>Her fall back down to jungle level was accompanied by the griffon's shrieks of anguish as it counted its eggs and found that one was missing, but couldn't remember why. It didn't fly down towards her, which probably meant that the pixie arrow had worked.<br/><br/>"Congratulationsyoumusthavegottentheegghowweremyarrowsweretheyuseful?" Back on ground level, Deuxion popped back into visibility beside her with a yawn, as though he had just woken from a nap, which was probably exactly what he had been doing.<br/><br/>Even better, there was a neighing and clopping of hooves as Horse returned, cantering between the trees, happily wasp-free.