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Oh no, I hear ya. Sort of like that... uhh... I think it was called "deadliest warrior" or something. It was really stupid, but fun. Anyway, I would vote that the Witches would win. They would more likely have better climb rates than the griffins and carry heavier armaments than your typical rider. Thus a trained Witch could out preform a skilled Griffin Rider, but it really all comes down to who's flying what. If the Griffin Rider is smart, he/she could try to use their potentially more manuvarible griffons to try to get a foolish Witch to dogfight. But the one thing any Witch worth her salt will remember a key thing from their training. To quote the most successful fighter pilot of history, Eric Hartmann, "Dogfighting? It's a waste of time." Thus, it would be hard to lure a Witch into a dogfight. 

Can you tell I'm bored? 

As the group was led inside, Helena walked between the two leaders, making light conversation with both before they entered there more serious discussions. "I must say Premier Commissar, I was somewhat surprised to see your Tinite adviser with you, I am thankful he wasn't immediately shot by my security on accident!" Helena said with a chuckle as they entered the meeting room. On the east wall, four touring windows allowed plenty of the warm sunlight in to naturally light the room. In its center was a long wooden desk, with four chairs on either side, and one on the center end. Finally, on the west wall, three paintings of previous Chancellors hung, level and neat. At the table, sat Walt Hoffer, Airborne Commander of Avalia's Airborne fleet, who rose upon the entry of the leaders. 

"Good day to you, Prime Minister. Pardon me with not giving your name, but with this old noggin of mine, I wouldn't want to offend you by butchering your name. I am the commander of Avalia's Airborne Fleet and welcome to my proud nation. Last I heard, the research exchange programs were a great success for both of us." he said, shaking the hand of the Prime Minister. He then turned to the Commissar. "Ahh, and Premier Commissar Velikaya, the hero of the people in the PRK. The stories do not do your appearance justice." 

With formalities over with, the group finally took their seats. An assistant entered the room and placed a few folders next to Helena, who thanked the assistant and began to open one of them. "Well then, let us finally begin. Starting with the elephant in the room, The Sultanate of Tin. We might come from fairly different nations, as I am not ignorant to the fact that the Empire of Yllendthyr and the PRK may not see eye to eye on a great many things, but I think we can all agree that Tin is a simmering threat. My nation has shared a heavily fortified border with them, and while I had hopped that maybe this new Sultanate "Tartu Babur" might have a more modern view, it seems that, in fact, we might see one of the most fearsome, hostile sultanate yet. They are too rooted in tradition I guess to be reasoned with. The number of guns pointed at my nation's border only grew, not shrunk, these past few months. Avalia has naturally cut off any trade with them recently, and I am expecting some sort of response soon from them. Whether its increasing their sanctioned barbaric piracy or all war is unknown." She paused for a moment, closing one of the folders. 

"For now, there is peace, but war with Tin is inevitable. While I can assure that my nation will never conquer or annex a foot of Tin land, I will openly tell you, great leaders, that both me and the senate have discussed a preemptive strike of some sort. However, it may not be worth it, as it may be unpopular with other nations. Sadly I cannot fully gauge how others may react to a preemptive strike, even if its in the name of defending my nation in the long run... Well, in any case, that is were my nation currently stands with Tin."

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