"I'll be ready in a few minutes. Just let me get my gear." Rhavenna says heading back towards the longhouse.
As Rhavenna departed is around the time Tidus returned clad in his former gladiator gear, though not wearing the helm, and Faldirk gives the man a hearty clap. Tidus's armor shielded his right shoulder with several plates that overlapped like metal scales down the length of his arm ending in a metal plate backing his hand. Though the plates were numerous and it appeared very flexible as he moved his arms normally. His chest was covered by a broken in studded leather suit of armor that was engraved with the symbols of a mighty stag on the chest, its face looking forward towards whoever would attack Faldirk, Its horns were intricately carved and appeared large and sharpened for battle. His leggings were a reinforced armored kilt, which left his legs open for quicker movements.
He had a pair of swords strapped to his sides on a rough looking leather belt, a single shortsword and a longbow made of a dark wood across his back. "All too familiar..." He balls his right hand into a fist, curling the arm as the plates expand to allow him to flex while maintaining their protective value. He looks to the Elder when he notices the old man looking at him. "I thought my weapons would have been destroyed... How?"
The Elder nods to Rhavenna and then gives an even broader smile when he sees Tidus. "The how or why doesn't matter. That armor is a sight for my old eye though and I hope ya don't hold back anymore eh?" Tidus nods hesitantly at the Elder's words before the Elder slaps his padded hands together. "Good! Once she returns we will set off."
The Elder nods as Wallace speaks. "You are always prepared eh? Well this'll be interesting at least. Those harpy b+$@%es should stay off us for now..."
Once everyone was ready to depart The Elder didn't even say goodbye to his people at first. Not before a young maiden came before him, despite the looks from her elders as she embraced their former Elder, obviously upset with his departure. Before long several more joined her, as well as children who gave their heartfelt goodbyes, the eldest though remained stoic and separate from their former Elder.
Long after your departure the sounds of a lonesome horn called out mournfully across the mountains. It sounded several times in a rhythm that caused the notes to play off one another. The sound was enough to make the Elder pause momentarily before muttering. "Young Fools..."
The Elder, despite the storm that swept in around you from all sides, led the way. He had made sure each of you were tied off to one another and his end being knotted around himself. With the help and guidance of Livain they avoided the worst of the hazards along the way to the shrine.
From what you could all tell you were moving upwards along the mountai still, the storms strength rose considerably once you left the cover of the trees and made flying nearly impossible save for the strongest of fliers...
It felt like an eternity out in the open. The wind blew sno into every loose opening in one's clothing and armor, sapped the heat from the tightest cloaks. It was as if the wind was some life sapping spectre, the snow rushed by in massive sheets of white that made seeing nearly impossible. Had it not been for the Elder's forward motion and Livains guidance the group would have easily and irrevocably lost in the fury of the storm.
After what felt like an age the wind and snow die down some, as you raise your heads you see what you had stumbled upon...
A large clearing, shielded by several trees that tenaciously resisted the howling winds and appeared to be as old as the trees that surrounded Stonehedge. They were tall mountain ash, whose branches were thick with snow and yet still helped to deflect the worst of the storm. They were up against what could only be the side of the mountain itself, forming a small clearing with a path that led down and around the mountainside itself...
In the heart of the clearing appeared to be a long abandoned camp, with a circle of rocks piled high near snow covered logs and split firewood...
it looks like excellent armor Tidus, though I hope it defends against this blizzard. I have no more magic to blunt the blizzards bite. The priest comments as he looks the finely made armor over.
"In the presence of my allies martial prowess I find sharpening my Wit a better plan then chasing their wake."
On Faldirk's parting words wallace grins
"but they do make the time more interesting aye?"
"Heh, is this it? Wallace asks as he looks to the defending grove of trees and looking for something definable to assure the holy natural of the place.
As they get ready to leave, Rhavenna returns fully geared and equipped, her eyes widening at the sight of Tidus in his full gladiator gear.
Damn!
As the group trudge through the snow and wind, she is grateful for Wallace's spell allowing her to ignore the worst of the cold. As they reach the protected space, a feeling of powerful natural forces washes over her, leaving no doubt in her mind of a supernatural presence.
Slowly she moves forward.
"Aye Wallace, it protects me adequately from the weather." He nodded to Wallace's prior to their departure.
Tidus appeared untouched by the storms biting wind. He took the rear position in the line and when you all stumbled into the grove he looked around suspiciously. His overlarge helm shielding obscured his vision which made it more difficult for him to see the entire grove clearly. He fell in behind Rhavenna, slowly following her into the grove and untying his rope lead.
At Wallaces comment the Elder nodded, pulling back the fur hood of his cloak as he spoke. "Aye, tis the place. A cave lies down the path though I know nought whats inside. Old Deadeye is a simple sort. I will work on getting us a fire."
Moving into the clearing felt like a weight was lifted, for amid the old mountain ashes lay a much calmer area. The wind passed through but not with the intensity of the storm, it was still cold and snow swirled and snow devils danced ahead and around the group. Some reaching seven feet tall but most being barely two feet tall and inconsistent. Often spinning apart before gaining much strength.
This place was far from peaceful but it was better then trying to withstand the fury of the storm which raged now overhead. The winding path that led downward and appeared to narrow into a narrow ledge appear far from inviting. The craggy path was strewn with debris and overgrown with bushes that bore thick roots that ran wild across it which would make reaching the supposed cave difficult for Rhavenna.
The Elder untied the rope about his waist before he moved to the pile of wood and kicked it over, breaking apart the snow and ice that had built up upon it before tossing the logs into the circle of rocks before going about breaking off kindling to coax a small flame. "Leave the rope here or use it, but don't lose it." He grunted as he tore bits and pieces off a log with his gauntleted hands, a simple task that he seemed quite apt at performing.
Tidus moves up alongside Rhavenna before lifting the massive visor on his helm to be able to see more clearly. His head looked to be in the throat of a metal monster then a helmet as he looked around at the clear grove, slicing a mischievous snow devil with his hand which caused it to quickly disperse as it passed him by.
"At least we can take shelter in the cave eh?" Seeing the rough path he grimaced. "Eventually."
She couldn't fully explain why but Tidus' presence beside her was somewhat....comforting. Focusing as she she moves, watching closely as she places her hooves, the treacherous ground and tangle of gnarled roots presenting a substantial risk of injury for her, her natural agility forcibly put to the test.
"If I can make it down there without killing myself." Rhavenna mutters, carefully picking her way down the overgrown craggy passage.
Wallace glances around the clearing waiting for something ominous to occur, the human sighing as he sets about gathering the rope from their journey here. The human brushing off the snowdrift Tim had begun to resemble in the journey here.
"I suppose I am just not a follower of Deadeye then, though it does make me wonder what on earth that soothsayer did or said that might anger Deadeye to this degree. Well if that creature was truly his proxy that is."
The human sits down and sets about helping Faldirk get the fire going, removing his outer gloves to gain dexterity for the task.
"Do tell me if you find anything interesting in there." Wallace asks as he turns his head to Rhavenna and Tidus before returning to the fire.
Rhavenna takes the lead picking her way through the rough path, her equine legs snagging on bushes that entangled themselves in her hair as she made her way around the bend. The bend lined a narrow path that sat above a yawning void, a sheer cliffside that descended into the blizzards furious winds. As she rounded the bend the protection of the grove was no longer afforded to her and the going got much, much tougher...
During a particularly fierce gust of winds she stumbles, losing her footing for a moment. As her hoof slammed down as she stumbled she suddenly feels several loose rocks give way under her weight. She was sliding on the iced up edge towards the sheer cliff's edge, just before she plunged over she somehow caught herself. Tidus, who had been standing behind looked powerless to stop her fall but appeared like he was moving to do so.
Seeing she had regained her balance he let go of the breath he had held in his chest. "I'll go first for now. If there is any more loose stones I will knock them aside."
Each step was slower then before as Tidus moved ahead, he used his blades to tap the stones and even found some loose stones as you moved forward...
Finally reaching the cave you notice that the cave entrance is scarred and defaced by what could have only been done with claws. So many overlapping strikes make it difficult to tell what clawed the stone cave face. Bones litter the entrance as well making it looked cluttered, filthy and unwelcoming.
Wallace watches his companion with a cautious eye and sighs with relief as she catches herself before passing around the bend.
"So, I take that what we seek is over there? Or do you think we shall have more success gaining the Huntsmans attentions around a fire?"
"Aye its here, just spread out. There is another road that leads past this place, the mountains are littered with paths that eventually pass by here. Though I have never ventured into that cave, the oracle had once..." He splits more kindling apart as you both are talking. "Beings are strange, never no what will catch their favor. Especially old Deadeye, so ancient its hard to fathom what one like that thinks."
Wallace rapidly shifts his anytool into a wood cutting tool and a dark thought seems to pass his face.
" That Oracle, you are talking about the one who started all this and died right? Would that not mean entering the cave other there is a terrible idea?"
Wallace takes another log and begins rendering it into useable wood as he continues to speak.
"Most deitys have common joining factors for when they respond though. I'd expect that a roaring fire would be a good place to start with Old deadeye."
The wind was whipping past those standing outside the cave and Tidus looked into the dark entrance, listening to Rhavenna speak before responding. "Perhaps..."
He frowns as he brushes the built up snow aside. "... hard to tell, no tracks are visible and the claw marks are so overlapped its unlikely I could discern a single creatures markings from them."
The Elder regards "I don't know, I've never been inside the cave. However it could be a bad idea and it could not. The Oracle wasn't able to get a word out as I understood it and curse me for being out hunting when this madness ensued. Even Njul was powerless to stop those who sent her away, which the same got themselves killed fighting the bear alongside those not involved. Those few were much wiser and it was a pity to lose them."
With the kindling stacked, the Elder draws out a flint and striker and begins scattering sparks over the starter wood...
... after a few well placed strikes the flame started to come to life. "One roaring fire soon to be coming up." And not a moment too soon as the daylight was already beginning to fade, darkening the storm and making the grove appear far more isolated as the snow swirled outside and above the circle of trees.
Rhavenna could tell that the stone was deeply scarred but by what it was hard to determine. The skulls at the entrance appeared to be humanoid in shape and all appeared to be from the same race which was either Human or Half-Elf.
Beyond the entrance, which is just tall enough for you to walk through with bending slightly downward. Appears to lead into a much larger cave area within and what appeared to be tunnels or alcoves jutting off from the larger area in several directions that lined the cave. You note that more bones appear strewn about inside the cave along with several medium sized bundles of some unknown material but there was no sign of any creatures.
He nods to Rhavenna before drawing the twin blades on his belt. He kept his voice low as he looked into the cave alongside her. "I can lead or follow you in, I'm not so keen in the dark." He follows whatever direction Rhavenna gives him obediently and with both his blades at the ready to protect himself.
'Keep close? Why the hell would you say that? Like you need to tell a gladiator to be careful...stupid.' she finds herself thinking before she refocuses.
Tidus nods and his helmet slides shut with a slap of metal before his calm voice reaches your ears. "Right."He takes up a position behind you and follows you in as you duck your way inside the cave.
The cave was large enough for you to stand at your full height but not for anything too long or tall weapon wise due to the stalactites and stalagmites that dotted the floor in spots and the closed in walls. Ahead of you see a bundle of what appear to be twigs and feathers in one of the alcoves that dot the cave walls. Though behind the bundle ahead of you is a symbol, clawed into the walls...
There are a couple more of these fairly large bundles in between the nearby stalagmites. You hear Tidus shift behind you, his feet dragging lightly on the stone and the sound of his blades shifting. A cursory glance reveals he is now back to rear with you. Watching the rear and protecting you as best he can in the dark.
A loud sound, like rushing water fills your ears making it hard to hear movement easily as you near the backside of the cave. The air is much warmer and moist as well adding an almost sticky humidity to mix with the smell of mold or rot. It was hard to tell with the bones scattered around your hooves. So many that it was impossible not to crunch them underhoof or boot as Tidus also had trouble avoiding them...
It isn't until you nearly reach the center of the cave that Tidus hisses loudly in warning. Your ears barely catch the sound of the loud shifting, like birds wings. Its then the bundle right in front of you uncurls to reveal its humanoid form.
You recognize these creatures instantly, their feminine form and large taloned feet are the same as those that were found dead outside the ruins. They are rising to their feet and their elongated fingers were a dead give away. Harpies and there was three of them and two of you. The harpies hiss at the presence of intruders and the one directly ahead rises to its feet in an instant while the other two are still prone...
Wallace aids Faldirk best as he can before nodding in appreciation at the beginnings of the fire.
"Well I suppose we wait until our allies return. Though on that topic I had hoped to pick your brain on the topic of Ioboria Elder Grenalf. Njul spoke in concern of the heritage Rhavenna carried. Now as I have spoken with her and my allies repeatedly about Iobaria and gotten no response to say she is hiding something. The idea that she would conceal something dangerous specifically to her allies like that from us is abberant. All the time I've knwon her she'd been a forthright and honest person. So would you be so kind as to inform me a bit to the state of Ioboria and what sort of abyssal dung shaft myself and my allies are about to leap into? I know for certain that we don't know enough to survive right now. Not that we won't try."
"Ya blades are far tougher then ya give yourself credit. As for Iobaria..." The fire was hungrily licking up the tinder now and the Elder was adding logs to it. "It's a cursed land, bloody and disease creeps in every corner... The creatures there are more aggressive than anywhere else in the world. A mercenary company should survive far longer than those who travel in small groups if poorly armed."
As the fire begins to admit light above the ring of stones the Elders face appeared almost etched out of stone as he thought long and hard about what he should say. "It has been a long time since I have been home, though my home is long since turned to ruin. Iobaria is strife between the struggles of those who wish to rule, be left in peace and destroy all those that are of Ulfen decent. The would-be lords play at games of war while the people suffer and when they finally anger the centaurs enough the hooved ones come down and sweep aside villages in mad vengence."
"What do you know of the Dvezda eh? And who hired ya company?"
"Hold. We seek only to pay homage to Erastil. Stand down. We need not shed blood today!"
[ooc] Readied action to unleash full attack the moment the harpy in front of her takes aggressive action, otherwise communicate.
The harpies rise to their feet fully as the one in front of Rhavenna begins cackling in a cawing manner. Openly mocking her as it draws a longsword free from its belt. "Piss on Deadeye. The Wind King rules dis place horseflesh and we are hungry!" Its caw is joined by its companions who have drawn swords as well. It finishes by casting some sort of spell that surrounds it in pale blue light that shifts back and forth around its form.
A few moments later its Cawing is answered by shrill cries from deeper in the cave. Tidus gives a grunt in annoyance as he prepares for battle!
The sound of running water and the howling wind drown out the noise within the cave, leaving the pair to fight the three harpies and the unknown number that lay further in on their own...
"Fine then, time to die b!$@&!" Rhavenna says with a snarl. Taking a step forward she begins her attack pattern both sword slicing in at her enemy before raring up on her hind legs to strike with her hooves.
The Harp avoids some of Rhavenna's attacks smiling savagely at her as it watches her poor balance throw off her hoof attacks. Though the singing of its companions attacks the her mind along with her companion who lets loose a curse. "DAMMIT! They are trying to break our will!"
He shakes it off and moves to engage the same target as Rhavenna, his primary sword a blur as he swung out t the Harpy caster...
The harpy that mocked Rhavenna was injured but still on its feet, its wings flaring out as it struck out at the Centuar with its Longsword!
Centaur and Harpy exchange blow for blow, savaging each other with their natural weapons and manufactured ones. Despite their ferocity neither combatant falls!
Tidus moves the rest of the way behind the Harpy, flanking it with Rhavenna beforehe savages the Harpy from behind with his quick blade strikes! The harpy feebly swings at the quick footed Tidus and despite his helms disadvantages it did absorb the glancing blow for him.,,
Her blade skitters away as it falls from her hand, her poor swing costing her dearly...
His well placed strike makes the harpy shriek in agony as he twists the blade and tears it free of its flesh...
Caster Harpy - HP 19/58 AC 20 Touch 13 Flat Footed 18
Harpy Left side of room - HP 38/38 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13
Harpy right side of room - HP 36/36 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13
"We can fight it!" she says to her companion. Grinning as she sees the gleam of a sure victory leave the harpy's eyes, Rhavenna unleashes another series of attacks, seeking a way past the agile creature's defenses.
Wallace nods and cracks his neck while brushing swiftly melting snow from his hood. "I appreciate that compliment, we do try our best regardless of how the world has sought to grind us down lately. While your knowledge might be slightly out of date it is much better than the utter lack of it we have right now. As to the Dvezda I know nothing. I don't doubt we are under contract from one of the lords but Hawk has been surprisingly tight lipped about who our patron actually is. However they paid a foreign mercenary company up front."
The human says as he glowers into the fire
"I can say that summoning help in that manner makes me highly concerned for our lives. I know a trap when I see one and this entire situation stinks of it. We encountered a contingent of Hobgoblins recently, much as I gilded the story for the sake of the party I find the event concerning. Hobgoblins fought and died to the last man without breaking ranks, they were researching something vile in that place. Never mind that they had a Dragon broken to heel with them. Dresskel was mighty, but just like the bear we fought much of the groundwork for its failure had already been laid."
With that the human hums in thought.
"If you've ever heard of a place called Lenusya it would be good to know where it is. We've unfinished business with old history in that place."
EDIT
Wallace stands, back facing the camp fire as he looks out into the snows. "Yes, those monster of yellow bone and fetid bile. Long since driven from the southern lands at the blades of the driven. Cowering in mountain climes they hide behind beauty to devour the weak and unwary."
The human booms, voice rising as he gestures with his lanky arms.
"Know that those before you hold the same desire, the only price our flesh will accept is Blood, Iron and Fire!"
The fire blazed to life, giving off a dancing chaotic light to the surrounding gloom. Faldirk appeared distracted as Wallace spoke and he nodded. "Very curious... a broken dragon eh? I am curious as to..." he becomes quiet, his face tightening in the flickering light.
Wallace notices that Faldirk was now rolling an odd looking stone between his fingers. The Elder smirks as the light continues to grow in the small clearing, the howling wind disrupted b the mighty Mountain ash that gave the clearing an ominous appearance. Finally the Elder spoke, his tones low and eerie. "Do you all like campfire stories? Well I have a great one to share."
Its then that Wallaces eye rise behind the Elders back, the Elder was spreading his hands wide. Several pairs of red spots shined in the dark and they appeared to be moving ever so slowly. The Elder's blade seemed to leap into his hand as he drew it in one swift motion. "Fear the singing in the mountains, for not all songs come from maidens fair. Nor bawdy lads with great flair. Nay, sometimes they come from creatures. With wings and claws whose breath is wretched. Whos slink so as to not be seen in the dark and who are all AROUND US!" He spins to roar at the eyes behind him in the trees. "Come you winged whores! You'll find we are not see easy to hunt!"
The two harpies close in behind Rhavenna with blades drawn, shrieking in frustration as their singing fails to sway the lone fighters. The close in on her equine rear and flank her...
The brutally wounded Harpy gives a growl of frustration as she tries to cast something, splatteringblood from her deep wounds...
... Only to howl in rage as her incantatio falls apart and the spells scatters as nothing more then harmless light motes...
Round 4 Rhavenna is up!
Tidus's blade blurred and slashed the Harpy across the back of her neck, toppling her head to the floor before its body crumpled. He spun his free blade expertly and advanced on one of the ones flanking Rhavenna. Tmbling past as he did so...
... easily dodging the harpies feeble swing before he rises behind the next harpy, staring through his helm at its backside with both his blades at the ready. The Harpy realizes a little too late that it was now flanked...
The sounds of startled shrieks and cries can easily be heard but the echoing in the cave was making it hard to discern how far away the speakers were...
Caster Harpy -
Harpy Left side of room - FLANKED HP 38/38 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13
Harpy right side of room - HP 36/36 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13
Twisting to face one opponent while leaving the other to Tidus, Rhavenna has difficulty ignoring the distraction of being flanked as she tries to strike the swift moving harpy.
The flanked harpy tries to lash out at Tidus with its blade but swings so poorly that the blade slips from its clawed hands due to the moisture in the air.
The one still flankiung Rhavenna suffers a similar failure, its blad clattering by the corpse of its fallen companion as it haphazardly lashed out at her with its clawed talons. However both of them were sliding on the stone floor and failed to do little more than weakly claw at you both.
The sound of the caws and scrambling of claws is becoming more clear...
Without an active flank Tidus changes tactics, using his primary sword hand instead of trying to duel wield his opponent. His change in tactics works and he strikes two grazing blows to his harpy opponent. His great strength though ensures he still inflicts a decent amount of pain to his foe. Splattering blood as he hacks off a part of its shoulder and a mass of feathers...
Caster Harpy - DEAD
Harpy Left side of room - FLANKED HP 38/38 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13
Harpy right side of room - HP 36/36 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13
Enemy Stats
Caster Harpy - DEAD
Harpy Left side of room - FLANKED HP 24/38 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13
Harpy right side of room - HP 36/36 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13
Maiathreen jumps up drawing his sword a spell quickly passing his lips. A quick shimmer passes over his body like a coat of mail.
Emboldened by the sound of their approaching Kin the harpies unleash a furious clawing attack on their enemies. One scores a blow on Rhavenna flank, bruising her side and scarring her leather barding...
Tidus grunts as the harpy he was struggling with strikes him both times bloodying the gladiator as one claw slashes his arm savagely...
The sounds of more harpies was much much closer now, however it was unclear as to how many were approaching...
Begin round 7! Rhavenna you are up!
Tidus unleashed a brutal retaliation to the harpy bloodying him. Rhavenna felt warmth run up her neck as arterial spray rained dow on her before the harpy hit the floor. It convulsed as its life ebbed away and Tidus stepped around its fallen form to focus his attention on the last enemy harassing Rhavenna. [b]"On your Right."[b] He barks out a warning to avoid Rhavenna slashing him by mistake as he sidles up alongside her.
The last Harpy hissed loudly at both of you, clearly disliking being outnumbered...
Harpy Left side of room - Bleeding out-Prone-Unconscious-Helpless - HP -3/38 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13
Harpy right side of room - HP 14/36 AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13
Maiathreen jumps up drawing his sword a spell quickly passing his lips. A quick shimmer passes over his body like a coat of mail.
Wallace.
Perform oratory: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (7) + 10 = 17
Going to hold an action and use Counter song if any of the Harpies start singing.
Wallace stands, back facing the camp fire as he looks out into the snows.
The Elder draws his sword and readies for the coming fight...
Livain Draws her bow and readies to fire.
The red eyes bob and weave in the trees and a few try to reach out with their sultry and captivating voices. Something that neither armor or your current magic can protect against. However as they start the amassed ones near the Elders give a shriek of fury as he hurls the stone in his hand at them!
A sound like thunder causes the trees in the grove near where the rock had been thrown to shudder, sending their snowy payload straight to the earth. The harpies shriek of rage become yelps of surprise as they fall with it. The Elder Barks with laughter as they fall to earth. "You winged wretches sure like being on your backs eh? Well i won't disappoint you!" He grips his larg blade in two hands and advanced towards them...
Wallaces voice enrages the others that were singing as the abruptly stop and Livain's arrow struck one of the singing harpies which shrieked in pain...
They descend earthward and land at the base of the trees. Wielding longswords as they prepared to rush you...
HP 30/38 | AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 | Fort +4, Ref +7, Will +6
HP 38/38 | AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 | Fort +4, Ref +7, Will +6
HP 38/38 | AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 | Fort +4, Ref +7, Will +6
HP 38/38 | AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 | Fort +4, Ref +7, Will +6
HP 38/38 | AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 | Fort +4, Ref +7, Will +6
HP 38/38 | AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 | Fort +4, Ref +7, Will +6
HP 38/38 | AC 16, touch 13, flat-footed 13 | Fort +4, Ref +7, Will +6
Working on the map, Harpies are standing by the trees minus the ones on the Elders side of the fire. The elders foes are prone in a pile of snow. The ones on your side are forty feet away hanging on the edges of the grove of trees, the Elders are about 50-60ft away.
Each of you have 1 opponent each and the elder is dealing with four of them atm.
With those words she savages the harpy with a fury, blades and hooves striking out with frightful efficiency and skill.
Livain casts a quick spell causing ice to form along the edges of her arrow. Small crystals begin to grow encasing the arrow tip in frost. She whispers a word as soft as a breath and releases an arrow quickly soon to be followed by another; both of which lodge deep into the harpy she'd already damaged.
Wallace moves Tim closer to the fire and begins a new song as the harpies gathered to fight him and his allies.
"Weep now for you will not be given the chance when out weapons reach you. The path you have opened with this action leads only to death."
Cave Battle
Just as you both appear to have the upper hand the sounds of the claws suddenly becomes more pronounced and two more harpies emerge at the edge of your vision. However your opponent lashes out again! Hopefully it can at least harm you before you can bring it down as it shrieks in broken common. "Let no horse or breeder flesh escape sisters!"
However her furious attack proves fruitless as you deflect and aptly dodge the Harpies poor strikes!
Tidus neatly steps up and expertly thrusts his blade into the Harpies gut, the Harpy with a look of shock on its face collapses to the floor. Blood slowly leaking out of its wound as Tidus looks around, trying to ascertain the sound of the approaching foes...