[Archie's lips part in a grin as the gryphon swoops directly for the first two flying soldiers.]
Take 'em apart, my friend. [He's addressing the gryphon, which gives a snarling cry and rips into the first enemy, casting it to the ground in time to tear the wings off the next.]
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Take 'em apart, my friend. [He's addressing the gryphon, which gives a snarling cry and rips into the first enemy, casting it to the ground in time to tear the wings off the next.]