77. The Lord.
"I count twenty-three, but only ten are attacking," Vixen observed the battlefield. The number of griffins frightened her, but she had faith in Lance.
On the back of Harley, Lance flew past the incoming attacks. They flew at high speed towards their targets, slicing through the flesh of each griffin they passed. As the blood poured out of their wounds, Lance called down thunderstorms to assault his prey, and fireballs to burn whatever remained.
Elandra seemed used to fighting on the back of Coco, they were in sync. Flying between attacks, barely being missed by millimeters. Their speed never dropped as they flew through the griffins, leaving deep gashes on their bodies.