[h2][color=af9d80][b]Roger Falkner and Shortclaw[/b][/color][/h2]

Lady Velvetica gave the signal, commanding the ambush team to attack.  Roger in turn signaled Shortclaw to take flight.  The griffin bounded into the air and flapped its wings, lifting off.  The duo flew over Velvetica, high enough to avoid the trajectories of the arrows, bolts and magical attacks of their allies.

Their goal was to flank the enemy, attack them from a direction that they incorrectly believed was safe and secure.

Roger tugged slightly on the reins and pointed his spear at one of the enemy shapes below, one of the faceless foes at the rearmost edge of the enemy's formation, furthest away from Velvetica.  Even with his eyes having plenty of time to adjust, he still couldn't see too well, but he had been paying attention and keeping close track of their allies.  Shortclaw complied, descending in altitude.  The griffin did not directly attack the target though- instead, he overshot and circled around to approach the ground from behind their foe.  Shortclaw was not one to attack from an angle that'd put him surrounded by enemies, and Roger knew his griffin well enough to count on it.

Besides, Roger didn't want to strike too soon.

A few moments after Velvetica and her vanguard crashed into the enemy, the griffin landed with a mighty thud, smashing Roger's target beneath its front claw as it came down.  Shortclaw gave a mighty screech and bolted towards a nearby pair of cultists, seizing one in its beak while the other was skewered on Roger's spear.  The time for subtlety was over.