He heard his master's call, but did not oblige. His beak only chomped down harder on the wood and caused it to splinter a bit. Flecks of wood caught between the more jagged parts of its beak, the gargoyle showed no sign of loosening its grip. That is...until the sparks flew. Their hide impenetrable by magic, the warm and soft interior flesh of their mouths was very much susceptible to spells and any sort of stimulus.

Squack!Yelping in discomfort, the gargoyle called Ogott did in fact let go of the wand and curled into a fetal position at the feet of his mistress.

Though damage had already been done to the wand. Some Spellotape ought to help a bit.

The rest of the gaygoyle pack remained tightly in formation around their misstress, but were soon provoked again by a wet attack from elsewhere. Leaping into action, another with a head like a pit bull and impressive horns like a full grown ram charged forward towards the small blonde human who had outright attacked his mistress. Lowering its head, it prepared to bulldoze her and did not care who else it may take down in the process.

Yet another broke ranks when it saw another small blonde wave and shout menacingly at them. And so a third broke rank, flanking off from the opposite side and bounding towards the girl with its demon head and lion paws ready for attack and latch on to one of those arms with its next leap.