The Cabin

Your instincts tell you to dodge to your right, so you let your body react. You doge quickly and fall into a roll. With your knife ready, you get to your feet and spin to face your attacker. Holy frick, you think, I’m screwed. To your despair, your attacker is not some petty thief or creepy kidnapper, it’s a very, very large griffin. It probably stood at 7 feet at the shoulders, with 7 inch talons gleaming and a sharp beak ready to rip your throat out. You have no time to lose because it lets out an aggressive screech and starts charging you. In a split second, you: