538 Turf War
I suppose this outcome was only natural, inevitable even. It must have been days or weeks since griffon left this area.
Nature being a cruel mistress, of course a new creature would come and claim it. Which is what showed up before us.
Another griffon who had taken ownership of this turf arrived to defend it.
This griffon is a thief from the point of view from the previous master of this turf. But we are the intruders from its POV.
The law of nature states the two creatures must compete in a turf war in this case.
"Kururururu~ guwaa! "Kieeeeee!" "Gurururu! Guwa!" "Kuee! Kue! Kueeeeee!"
The two griffons growl(?)ed at each other. It's shrill beyond word.
They raised their upper half to threaten, attack and sometimes clash violently with their claws.
After around a minute it's obvious they're both equally strong, this battle would be a protracted one.
Thus, I decided to interject. While the two were facing off against other in the open space, I walked in between them.
"Ah, sorry about this. This place was originally this griffon's. Mind withdrawing? But I know you won't back down no matter what I say. So I'll take you on instead. Let's settle this."
My griffon cried out 'Kue, kuwa! kue kue... kuwa!' as if interpreting my words to the other griffon.
The other griffon responded with 'Kuwa~, kuwa~!'
But I could understand that it was a cry to demean me.
(But how~. I dunno how it works, I just know that I can understand the emotion behind those cries. And no it's not me making things up, I really do get it.)
My griffon got mad at the response, and growled back, 'Kuwa! kuwaa!'
How? Is this another effect of the 'God's Power'? Like 'Listening-hood' or something?
While I was reminiscing that old tale from Japan, the other griffon raised its foreleg and swung it down on me.
There was no starting signal or anything. Such is the law of the jungle. The strong lives, the weak dies. A plain and simple world.
I'm not against its action. You have to accept the way of nature if you want to live in it.
"But I don't want to abuse animals. I won't kill you."
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I stopped the incoming foreleg with a finger. My clothes would get torn to shred if the claws reached me. I can't have that.
Dodging would be boorish. This is a contest of strength. The opponent won't get it unless I demonstrate an overwhelming difference in power and break its pride.
"Ah, this doesn't really hurt me but my legs are sinking into the ground... It'd be a pain to remove all the dirt if it gets deep inside my shoes."
In order to avoid that, I grip the foreleg and push the griffon back.
The griffon was powerless to stop me as I kept advancing on. With it still in my grip of course.
The griffon tried to wriggle out and take its claw off me but my grip wouldn't budge.
Unable to either push or pull, the griffon opened its beak and made an attempt to bite me.
This feat I showed should have been more than enough to prove my strength. Yet this griffon still wouldn't relent, quite admirable.
The willingness to die to defend your home is rare even out in the mother's nature.
This is a contest of strength, not a deathmatch. That might be the reason I feel like this griffon is still making light of me despite its fluster.
(It's as if it was saying, "I haven't gotten serious yet!")
I let go of my grip and struck the incoming beak with a backhand fist.
Bako! That sound echoed hard as the griffon's head got swung sideways.
Did I put too much strength? The griffon fell down. Did that kill it? I timidly peeked at it.
That hit seemed to have knocked it out, its eyes lost focus. It appears to be suffering from a concussion.
I kept observing and waited till it came to. Tens of seconds later, the griffon's eyes blinked open, then it got as far away from me when it saw me. All while sliding on the dirt.
"Ku... Kwee~", the griffon begged pathetically like saying, "Please forgive me~"
Looks like it's my win. I stayed still and let it fly away.
I turned my line of sight back to my griffon which looked dumbstruck, seemingly surprised about me.
Its beak is wide open as it stares me.
"Hm? What? What's wrong, what is it? Got something on my face?"
The griffon finally came back to its sense, cried out 'Kue!' and prostrated before me.
Bowing deeply in that pose. Keeping its eye on me with its chin on the floor.
Apparently griffon was under the wrong impression about my 'strength' which it had renewed after this.
Oh right, this griffon never saw me fighting.
It must have thought of me as nothing more than its 'lifesaver'.
I petted griffon's nose and told it.
"Just act the way you've always been. You acting like that is only gonna throw me off. Come back to normal."
Griffon stood up and licked my face as a sign of affection.
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