Can he lose them? Not with two riders and armor aback. Have her vanish the damn plate if he weren't about to need it, and out of existence, what does that even mean -

Smoke vanishes into the depths of cloth, a few final puffs scattered by the falling crash of wood. Behind them, something shrieks, and Cedric yanks them both down, flat to the griffon's back as a blast of frigid air blooms overhead. Tiny points of ice rain over them. At least it's not fire,

"Fight –" He manages, hauling straps about from one hand to hers. Another way to stay on, because: "– Gonna land us. Try t'give you cover."

Takes a few minutes for the dracolisks to suck their breath back in. Gives them time to break for the line of spiky crag ahead. The hill's pocketed with holes and ledge, promises just enough overhead cover to kite between. There's no further warning before Agathe's talons scrabble stone, and Cedric's flung himself off, still a few feet from ground and stumbling into a run. Hermione and the griffon pose a bigger target, but he's an easy one. It's that distraction he's counting on now, hauling sword from sheath,

Give the mage room to work.