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Lambert’s eyes narrowed as Layne grabbed his hand and yanked it back from him. He clearly had no idea on how to take care of leather… well… biting it is definitely not recommended.

“ You might not see the mark, but you have cracked it, a thin crack now that will spread later because of your stupidity… “

He snarled at the other and took a sharp breath as he suggested to bite it again.

“ If you get your face anywhere near  my gloves again… I swear I’m going to punch you… or WORSE. “

In the meantime the smaller griffin managed to quickly injure the bigger one which made him cry out and the battle continued.

“ If I cracked it with just that bite, then it was a shit glove to begin with. ”

The griffins were just about forgotten as the other snarled at him. Whatever chance he’d get, Layne was always looking for some kind of fight. Some rush to get him going, to feel alive. It was nothing but fun to him and he looked for it where he could get it.

But just as he was about to provoke Lambert further, one of the griffins let out a screech. His attention was turned towards them as he watched the big one fall. A grin spread to his as the other griffin gave it a few more go’s before the big one showed no more signs of movement. NOW he could have his fun.

“ Almost makes me not wanna fuckin’ kill ya! ”

He didn’t even wait for Lambert to come up with a plan or for them to put their heads together. The witcher rushed out towards the griffin with his sword drawn to finish off what the other beast couldn’t do.