Swoosh, smack, zip, boom!
That’s all it took to describe the battle with the harpies.
In the end, Rem tore through two slings and fired nineteen rounds.
Kyaa! Kyaa!
The harpies cried as their heads exploded. They kept coming, crying out while casting spells.
They compressed the wind into something like a barrier. If you looked closely, you could see the space distort, clumsily warping. Even if you couldn’t see it, you could feel it.
So what? A barrier? Who cares?
