Scars of the Past

I flapped the mechanical wings, gathering as much speed as I could, closing the distance in seconds. The pink maned pegasus struggled to get out of their claws, but to no avail. Using the momentum I got from the flight, I tackled one of the four griffons, sending him to the ground. All of the griffins but the one with the grip on the mare's neck turned their attention to me. The griffon holding the defenseless mare took flight. I tried to give pursuit, but was stopped by the two standing griffons while the remaining one got to his feet.
I looked around for an advantage over these towering, powerful monsters. I could see none in the environment, but their cocky attitude showed many. They outnumbered me, but in past experience I found that the arrogance that the superior strength granted them usually outweighed the advantage of superior strength. Nevertheless, all three were easily twice his size, far stronger than me and had less to worry about. If I got hurt, I wouldn't be able to catch up to the captor.
The three circled me, probably analyzing the situation just as I was. All three stopped, the largest in front of me and the two smaller ones at my sides only about ten feet away. The smaller, identical ones jumped at me while the bigger one tackled me from the front. I raised my wings as shields to protect my sides and ducked my head in a futile attempt to evade the biggest threat. Only one assault failed, glancing off my left wing as the right wing was caught at a different angle, putting strain on the avian machine apparent by its metallic whine. The large one landed on top of my. I struggled to hold up his weight and tried to move him off. He realized that these were my best attempts at getting him off, so he went for my hind hooves, grabbing onto them. My legs instinctively bucked him as the talons poked into the nerve bundles in my foot.
"Gahh" He cried in pain. His disorientation gave me the chance I needed to roll him off and did so. He fell with a thunk on top of the right wing. Because it was mechanical, I felt no pain but I still winced, not sure if the right wing would work anymore. It alone bore the entire force of the battle, something that a delicate machine would probably not be able to handle. The other two made an attempt at my splayed left wing, but I pulled it in allowing the two to collide into each other. The biggest one got up, rubbing his head. I saw the chance I had to escape, so I bucked one of the dazed griffins in the head. The sound of suprise and agony distracted the big griffon so I could escape.
I stretched my right wing out as I ran away, it bellowing a metallic groan. I was suprised it still worked. I charged in the direction I saw the yellow mare go, flapping my wings to go faster. The wing only gave the occasional groan or shrill screech. I would have thought that the wing would be unusable giving what it endured, but the quality craftsmanship proved resilient once more.
Before too long, I was tired. I looked up to see that the sun was on its descent. Despite being tired, I continued until I found the same place I stole from, planted in the mountains. I heard her crying inside. She wasn't doing okay, but she was alive. At least I could be thankful for that. Climbing into a tree roughly 50 feet away, I tied myself in and prepared to sleep.