The hippogriff can hear the pony’s voice from inside “Coming!” and a few seconds later the door opens “Oh. Hey there Vindicar.”
Birdpony notices the look. “Yeah, I wear armored gloves of griffon design when on duty. As for Starbuck, he’s fond of using wingblades. Given how fast you pegasi can flap your wings, fighting him must feel like getting stuffed into a blender.”
"Wing…blades?" The pony imagines it "Dear Luna… That’s must be terrifying to see."
"Well, those aren’t wing-sized. Just small enough to be concealed in feathers when not in use. But still, that’s some nasty surprise."
Hippogriff steps back.
"Looking good, Pewny! Can you walk in it?"
“Oh. Good. Good. Though, a blade covering the wings on top… that could be quite a weapon.”
The (now) super heavy stallion carefully tries to move forward. He seems to keep his balance, barely, but mostly only because he moves carefully.