The griffon leaned forward, half-opened its beak, and glared at me.
It's close.
The griffon looks pretty smart. It seems like it would dodge my rock bullet.
Or possibly, it will just take the bullet head on.
I want to bring it down for certain.
Let's not use the rock bullet.
That guy has wings, I don't know how long he can keep flying.
But it seems the effects of a quagmire would be very little.
In that case, let's use wind.