You tighten your grip around Killfinger’s handle. This hippogriff is about to get nine feet of cold metal through its hot bird-slash-horse intestines.
It takes all your strength to heroically raise the elongated sword into the air, then you push the sword downward toward the beast. The heavy blade falls slowly and painfully, giving the hippogriff time to flee. Terrified, the beast clops off in the opposite direction, leaving a bold gray feather behind. You pick up the rare feather, which was missing from your feather collection. Now you’ve got hippogriff, giant owl, and werewarbler feathers. At some point you’ll acquire a phoenix feather, as soon as coolers are invented.