The griffin let out a clear, commanding cry as it rose into the air, wings fully spread.
'What a majestic flap of wings!' Yuna's eyes sparkled.
Wind gathered around those majestic wings.
Unlike Achlys' chaotic, unsettling style, the griffin fought with order. Each movement was clean, precise, and controlled. As it beat its wings, compressed air formed visible blades that shot downward toward the combat puppet.
'Wow! That's the wind blade I don't know how to do!' Yuna commented, eyes glowing with envy.
The puppet blocked the wind blades, runes flaring—but the force still drove it back a step.
The griffin dove.
Its talons glowed faintly as it struck, a skill activating mid-descent. The impact rang out sharply, the reinforced claws tearing shallow grooves across the puppet's arm and shoulder.
'That's what a claw strike is!'
Unlike her little Achlys' claw strike.
The griffin pulled away immediately, not lingering.
A second skill followed.
