The Cabin

With your knife ready, you take a deep breath 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: