[h2]Griffin[/h2]

The results of Serenity's attempted disembowelling were hard to see. Obviously, the creature hadn't escaped entirely unscathed--the ground was wet with its blood, after all--but at the same time, its ferocity didn't appear to be dimmed at all, as if it was determined to avenge itself upon [i]someone[/i] before it bled out. Unfortunately for Fleuri, having temporarily blinded the griffin meant that it couldn't continue to pursue anyone scrambling away, and it couldn't easily reach around to its own back. Particularly with his attempts to blind the griffin forcing its head out of the way of the oncoming arrow, instead thudding into one of its shoulders and making him even [i]further[/i] out of reach.

Holding on and anticipating to fight was the [i]wrong[/i] choice when its only remaining effective weapon was its own bulk. After all, how else would it try to dislodge the pest except by rolling [i]onto[/i] him? Of course, with the weight with which it flung itself down, it was more likely to break something and trap the knight, but at least then it wouldn't have a rider when it got up.

[i]If[/i] it got up. After all, the wound was deep, no matter how tough it might be.