Thread: The Legend of Wyrmrock (Major Mario x Driven to drift)

Harpies were fearsome in groups or flocks and could easily tear apart an unaware group of adventurers. Hunger and desperation brought out the worst in any creature, be it man or monster, and a harpy was not to be underestimated when the first true meal in days was in its sights. However, alone or in small numbers a harpy could be dispatched without much difficulty. Falls that were not cushioned were often fatal, and any wound that hindered their flight capabilities spelled disaster should twilight fall upon the land and reveal the other opportunistic monsters lying in wait. Plus, any true predator knew that it was better to go for the sick or weak, and Roslyn was anything but weak. The two wounded harpies, though enraged and provoked by Roslyn's arrows, knew better than to proceed. They shrieked and stepped back when Roslyn took several steps forward with blades unsheathed. Their disgusting features contorted in pain and anger, yet not one of them wanted to advance for fear of losing their lives. Even the harpies at the griffin corpse disengaged themselves from their feast to scurry away. Though a dangerous nuisance, a harpy would always be a scavenger the crow amongst eagles. The flock chittered and shrieked amongst one another and at Roslyn for a moment longer before counting their losses and scattering off into the forest and sky. Only the two fallen harpies remained. Their fresh corpses would soon be picked apart by the other harpies once the adventurer with arrows and blades left. A dull thump filled the air as another harpy slammed into the ground at the edge of the forest, the very same harpy that received the mortal arrow to the abdomen. It flailed about and wailed for a few seconds before falling still. And then the entrance to the cave was quiet once again. Marred with dead harpies and a rotting griffin corpse, but quiet nonetheless. Had they known that the cave housed a dragon, the harpies would have probably stayed away. And speaking of the dragon himself, Leon came from behind Roslyn and took a look around to take in her handiwork. His eyes drifted to the dead harpies and then to the griffin corpse. An embarrassed blush rose in his cheeks, not only because his handiwork had attracted the flock of harpies but because he had been of no help to Roslyn. He at first thought it was a good way to figure out if she could handle herself in a fight, yet he could not deny that this was not the best first impression on his part. Leon picked at his side and remained silent for a moment before the snorting of Zane startled him and shook him out of his thoughts. Despite a few scratches the stallion was unharmed. It was good that Roslyn reacted so quickly! They'll be back, Leon muttered. He turned to regard Roslyn and found it difficult to make eye contact. Sorry I wasn't much help. Transforming takes a lot out of me and I'm not used to fighting in this form. But you did well- very well, actually! Are you and your stallion unharmed? As Leon spoke he made no effort to hide his wariness of Zane. He stayed at a room's length away from the stallion as he awaited his new partner's answer or chiding.