His wild hair whipped across his face, causing the welshman to internally curse himself for not cutting it. How long would it take to shave and cut off his hair? Not long, but he didn’t bother. He didn’t even think about it until moments like this one. He had almost made it to the center of the dome, when the pheonix saw his approach and flew down to avoid the professor. Gritting his teeth, griffith leaped down off of the high chain ceiling and landed on top of the phoenix, swiftly getting a rope about its neck and forcing it’s head downward to guide it’s flight to the ground. The stone wall blocked the view from that point on, making what happened next anyone’s guess.
Assuming anyone had even been watching.
“If this is a complaint would you mind sending it with an owl? It's easier to ignore."