Amidst the howling hurricane and the relentless wind, a new, even more ominous chorus could now be heard. Harpies had emerged from the rocky outcroppings and shady recesses of the cliffs. Driven mad by the storm, they were a terrifying sight. They had ugly bodies that combined the most unappealing features of both women and birds, wings with sharp, knifelike feathers that easily sliced through the mountain wind, and claws that shone like steel. Their faces, a grotesque mixture of beak and human visage, were twisted with rage and hunger.
And the trio that had spent the last half hour battling the wind, the abyss, and the rocks, was now facing a new fight.
The harpies attacked them, pelting them with their sharp feathers and trying to s***h them with their claws. They circled like vultures
