The griffin stopped savoring his food when he heard the flapping of the eagle in the distance and looked up.
"Heh, so this was your plan, bastard." He growled, annoyed. But he shook his head. "Well, never mind. Human flesh tastes better for breakfast, and because of that bastard, I'll be late for breakfast today..." He then lowered his head once more and looked at his breakfast.
"Although I should say it was worth the wait."
He immediately took a soft leap forward, which brought him to where his breakfast was waiting. One of his claws moved extremely fast, trying to serve himself his meal.
But his claws didn't grab anything; they seemed to break the air before him.
"Oh? Did they dodge?" He looked at his prey rolling on the ground and planned to jump toward them again, but then he saw two things made of fire flying toward him.
"Magic? Are they wizards with swords?" One of his claws rose to deflect the magic, but then he realized that wasn't the case.
