Properly, with traps

There was still some time left in the day when Marius had found what he was looking for. High above he saw it, a nest big enough for a griffin. Granted, he couldn’t call it a den-nest as it wasn’t in a cave, but the creature made due. Many branches of the canopy were snapped and bent to create something like a cave suspended in the air, blanketing its nest.

And since there was still time left in the day, the griffin was nowhere to be seen. This allowed the Rune Blade to get to work, for at least a little while. He would make this as quick and simple as he could so he could get this over with before the murderer got too far away, but still giving the appropriate amount of prep time. If he was going to slay a sacred beast, he may as well live to not tell the tale about it.

The process took him the couple hours of day he had left, hiding in the night, and then half of the next day when the griffin went out hunting. It really was it’s nest. The end result was incredibly simple and would leave the effectiveness of it open to question, but it was better than nothing.

Marius has strung up plenty of the same exact trap. He created large paddles from branches that had sharpened stakes on the striking surface, large enough to pierce steel if given the right amount of ****. He used a mixture of his own rope source and the thick vines of the surrounding trees to rig it up. The release method would be Marius cutting the retention ropes with his sword. And to ensure the griffin stayed put, Marius littered the trap zones with runes of binding. Anything that stepped on those tunes without countermeasures would be trapped in place.

Surely, once the fight began, the griffin would have to fall for at least one of these traps. There were just so many of them laid out.