The griffin moved closer, aiming, and fired again.

The rifle was empty.  Cursing, the griffin drew up into a hover and began to reload.

Reloading meant he had less of a grip on his weapon.  I focused and telekinetically wrenched the firearm away, closing it.  The griffin’s eyes widened as his own weapon twirled around to point at him.  BLAM!

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